My father died on Christmas Eve.

My relationship with him was complicated. To see us together, you’d say we had a great rapport – we bantered, busted on each other, and had an easy time laughing.

But his actions spoke louder than his words. He left my mom (and me) When I was 12 years old and my mom was recovering from a near-fatal bout with brain cancer. He began an affair with a younger co-worker while my mom fought for her life, and he ultima