my step father died in June, the day before my birthday, it was the best present any one could have ever given me. The one thing i had been waiting for for over 30 years. the only thing i felt appart from relief was anger that he still managed to fk up my birthday! it was the first year i actually was excited about my birthday, the first year i planned a party for me and it was marred by my feeling guilty for not being upset he had died and for not caring enough about the rest of the family to drop everything and go 'running' back north to support them.
but hey i am still alive and can look forward to hopefully many more birthdays free in the knowledge he can never hurt anyone ever again.