My Dad died on Saturday and I feel nothing. Not sad or upset, just nothing. We hadn't heard or seen anything from him in 23 years, not since he left one Christmas and didn't come back. To be honest, he's been dead to me for a long, long time but it's been strange having to think about him for the first time in ages.
Apparently, he'd been living in his home town all these years, keeping himself to himself. His Sister told my Mum that she hadn't seen him in 17 years. When she visited him in hospital, he looked about 80(he was only 67). Sounds like the drink finally took its toll on him. The people he lived with at the hostel knew very little about him. All in all, it sounds like he did a very good job of living below the radar. It sounds like a pretty sad life.
I have no sympathy though. He made his choice and he decided to live like that. He could have contacted us but he didn't. He left my Mum to bring me and my Bro up on her own, struggling like fuck, suffering with depression. I feel bad for Mum but I don't feel bad for him.