“Because you don’t hate him anymore.” The way he says it is like it’s the most obvious thing in the world to everyone but me. “You did. I know you did. And I’m sure there are parts of you that still do. But the drunk that you hated died, and all that’s left is what you choose to remember. The alcoholic is the one who walked out on you, but the dad that you still have some memories of, he died, too. It doesn’t make you less of a person for feeling the pain of that.”
