A letter to my father

A few years before he died, I decided to accept Dad as he was, not wish him otherwise. To stop dwelling on his flaws and mistakes. I now see him as a remarkable, fallible person: like us all, a product of our genes, environment and upbringing with all our complexities and quirks. I’m not a parent myself, but I know it’s a hard gig, and you can’t expect parents to be perfect.