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My father is dead. Although to some that may seem a tragic event, for me it is a relief. I didnt lose a loving, doting parent. My abuser is finally gone. Ive spent years trying to escape the memories. Therapy, medication, journaling, drugs and alcohol..nothing made it go away for me. It took years to find some level of inner peace, some semblance of sanity. The nightmares are less intense, Im in a healthy relationship, my life has reached a balance. This final event frees me completely from the fears of him one day showing up on my doorstep. Maybe now I can move forward unfettered..no longer bound by the ghosts of my past..