the picture they sent of him in his 40s was evil the smiling face and selfish, proud eyes scared me shook me for days
bad memories of not being seen by him as he appeared and disappeared in my life of his power to do as he wished wrecking hours and lives wasting chances for understanding
much better my memory of the weak old man accepting help from others and able at last to really see me
it was a miracle I was glad to see my father as a humble man showing love