My old man was angry. A tunnel rat in Nam. Decorated war hero. Still a dick. I didn't realize it until later in life because he really taught me some good shit as a kid but at the end, he was an abuser. He hurt my mother, he hurt my sister and he hurt me to a lesser extent.
I can't blame my existence on him because I owe him a little credit but I just try to be a better person than he was with the same "go get them" attitude. I honestly don't care if he's alive or dead today but I still remember some good things that he taught me and the bad things that he did.