My entry explores the anger I felt towards my dad when he died. We had a very complicated relationship and I hadn’t seen him for nearly two years before his death. There was a lot of unfinished business between us. Him dying felt like the ultimate, final word. I was never allowed a closing argument or a stand-off; just silence and a funeral. My anger has lessened over the years but I’m never sure if I’ll ever be able to fully forgive him for never letting me say my piece, for never having the chance to get older and speak to him as an equal, not a child. He died and everyone, including me, was left to deal with the fallout, Whether they were ready to or not.