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There was a large separation in ages between me and my siblings. They didn't see the polished father he was to me. They experienced the steel sharpening steel side of him while he was learning to be a dad. When he died, I never cried so much as when they were reliving and disparaging him after the funeral.

I felt sorry for what they went thru. I felt guilty for what I received from him. I felt hatred toward their betrayal. I felt their relief of his death. So, damn, I felt like a stranger towards them. I still do.

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Your siblings learned a lesson as I did from my not so great mother, what not to do in life or as a parent. When they get past the anger, hopefully they will understand that.
 
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