funny you say that.
but yeah...i think i'm a better person. i didn't hold onto that shit, like some people do.
i look at it like 'he didn't kill me, just made me stronger'
except that one time he through me down the stairs because i lost my bus pass.
it was right after that i left.
but, i mean...he taught me how to fight like a dude...so.
he gave me gumption, get up and go, do your shit once and well, all that stuff.
he adored my sibling. and honestly, probably because she was blond/porcelain.
i met up with later in life, right before i went into service, and he was proud of me then, but,
probably because right after mos school i got orders to saudi. maybe he thought i was gonna' die?
than he could brag? eh...iono. that is ancient history.