My father died on my 55th birthday. We had a complicated relationship as he was a rageaholic. Nevertheless there was love there too. The first five years after his death I celebrated my birthday on a different day.

The good news he visited me 3 times immediately after his passing.

I am fortunate in that I have had intermittent contact with him over the passed 14 years. He gets me now. We have communicated amicably.

I still miss him in-person, I feel immense gratitude for my life with him and I feel sad and happy too