All that my father asked from me was some of that unconditional love. My self-righteousness cost me a lot of good memories over the years. I could have forgiven and loved my father. Love would have taught us to heal our wounds. I hope that nothing in this life should cause my own sons and my daughter to despise me the way I dealt with my father. I cannot imagine living my life without their love. I know now that a good parent never forgets to love a child, even when a foolish child can justify not loving their parent.