1988 - I had finally left the organization a bit earlier and started playing in a band again. My witness wife had issued me an ultimatum to choose between the band and her. I had answered that I was not going to make that choice; if it was made, she would have to. So she moved out. Three weeks later, she came over to say she'd made a mistake and was ready to come home, and I said no, let's just leave it like it is.
I was floating off into that no man's land of drunkenness and aimlessness where I stayed lost for two years before deciding to go to college. The college helped me have a focus and purpose, but it didn't stop the drinking. But that's another story.
Sorry about losing your mom and your relationship with your dad going sour, Prisca. Do you ever see him these days? How are things between you now? We can't undo what's done, but we can change things in the present. Maybe he's repented for his spinelessness, and a contact from you is all it will take to reestablish a relationship. Just a thought...
Fred