What makes the pain go away?
When I lay my father down to rest, I won’t be concerned with the worst of his crimes.
Yet, for years, his sins kept me awake each night.                       And still, his choices keep me away.
Am I sad for all he’s done, or am I sad for all that I’ve lost at his hands?
And when he is gone, will I have lost him too?
Or will there be peace in a sad story that found its end?