Shane, who checks my pages for typos, pointed out that this was the perfect dad sad squad. Not in those exact words, but it’s till accurate. Although, as he also said, who doesn’t have some kind of issues with their father? I know I started having far fewer issues with mine when Patreon started helping me monetize my work. (ZING!) I’m always surprised when dad tells me a story from his youth because he’s not the kind of man to do that very often. It makes me wish my memory was better because I can never recall the tales perfectly later. My grandfather told me the story of the time he ran away for several months and lived by busking. I can’t tell it properly, & now he can’t either. So this half remembered memory lives in me, but that’s all. It wasn’t committed to permanence. It’s a better story than anything I’ve ever done & was only a few month of his life. Im not sure what aspect of that is the saddest.