Ravaged by age and decades of hard living, you were barely recognisable as you blended in with the others. Your eyes were rheumy, your mouth hung slack and saliva drooled into a pool on your lap.
Once my tormentor and my rapist, you filled me with fear and self loathing; I believed you were omnipotent yet when I saw you in that cheap, run down care home, unloved, stinking of stale urine I saw how little you really were and what nothing you became.
I expect you never thought this is how you would end your days did you, Dad?
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