My father died yesterday from a pretty bad case of bronchitis at the age of 70. His health was never really in the best shape anyways and he was a high functioning alcoholic. You know it’s interesting, I never really had the best relationship with him and he was never affectionate or loving towards me. He was also very critical and had delusions of things like gang stalking. But yet only now do I realize that he also had good things about him and that he wasn’t a bad person.