He was a great man, but his one fatal flaw eventually took him away from us. I remember hearing my auntie and my mom talking one time about their husbands, and my auntie told my mom that she's lucky she only had to compete with alcohol, whereas she (my auntie) had to deal with other women. My mother said, "I think I'd prefer the other women". I haven't dared ask her about that, but I'm sure her stance hasn't changed. At least if the problem were just mistresses, he might still be alive today. Like I said, he was a wonderful father. I wouldn't still be crying for him and missing him 14 years later if he weren't. He was never abusive (well, at least not to people other than himself). In fact, he actually transformed into a pussycat when he was drunk. I was usually scared of him when he was sober (I was a stubborn, willful child and my dad believed that if you spared the rod, you spoiled the child) because he was stern and strict. But never when he was drunk. When he was drunk, I was scared FOR him. I didn't like seeing my confident, self-assured, and larger-than-life dad look so vulnerable and lost. But I guess he had a lot of demons, and he tried to cope the only way he knew how.