Untethering from my father

Depression knew him better than most people. It lived with him for years of his life. It convinced him that their history meant more than all the glimmers of goodness other people brought into his world. It promised a future free of pain if he would lay down his trust. In a life filled with so much pain, how can anyone blame him for falling for it. Those who knew my father, and I mean really knew him, can rest a little easier knowing he is no longer in pain. In exchange for his pain, depression didn’t tell him it’s trade off.