So that's how I feel about my father dying.

When my dad passed, I was relieved that I would never be guilty of patricide. I regret that I am not a big enough man to forgive him his shortcomings. I concede that he did put food on our table, and he let his children know he was owed for that. He never wanted children, and my mother made him give her four sons before she gave up on her attempt to have a daughter.