So... my dad passed away this morning. Our relationship was forcibly ended by my mother over 40 years ago, but we had taken steps to become part of each other's lives in the past few years. It hurts that I feel like I don't have a place in his family and feel as though I have to ask permission to grieve. He and I didn't agree on much, but we had lively discussions that I'll miss so much. I haven't shared this anywhere else, because I can't face the offers of prayers I know will be forthcoming.