My dad was a illiterate alcoholic with bipolar disorder and suffered from depression his entire life. He wasn't around much for most of my childhood. His mother died early on and his father gave up the kids to be raised in a State institution. He knew very little about things like responsibility, love, morals, values, or compassion. After all, in the institutions back then, it was every man for himself. Thus, he was institutionalized mentally for his entire life, but did have 6 children by my mother, after running away from the institution at 17 years old.
My father did manage to teach me carpentry and some masonry. He also taught me to love the outdoors and nature, things he was deprived of for so long. He was a one man show and crazy as shit. We've smoked together and partied together on several occasions and I will always love and miss him. He, along with many others, was never dealt a winning hand and had way to much to overcome in life.
I, as a father, will always make sure that my son never has to endure the things that my father, or I, have gone through.
Rest In Peace, Dad. You waited a very long time for it.