my pops wasn't my favorite person in the world, but he was my pops and he tried to do the best he could..
he had a hard child hood as his mother was a drunken slut from what i know of her.. one of her bf's at the time beat all of the teeth out of his head and put cig's out on him all of them time, and he was placed into an orphanage, and was only allowed to come home when his mom's dumped the abuser..
his mother eventually went into a psych ward for alcoholism, as they didn't have treatment centers back then and most people ended up in a pysch ward to get clean, then came home and jumped out of a 3rd story window to her death when my mom was prego with my oldest brother..
so yah, he had a lot to overcome, and did his best.. he drug us kids all over god's green earth with him and me mom's.. was the only one who worked for years out of my two parents as back then mom's were meant to stay at home and take care of the kids and the men worked..
as he got older he tended to drink a bit much and would get verbally abusive towards me mom's which i always hated...
i did some dumb shit in my addiction and got kicked out of the house and he hadn't talked to me for close to 2 years before he died... that always makes me feel really good about myself, lol, but i try and make it up to me mom's and help her as much as i can..