He's gone

My father and I weren't the closest people because he wasn't there for me when I was growing up. He was drug addicted and we met a few times. I never saw him as a good person until today. My grandmother woke me up and told me he died Saturday. The main reason he was trying to get off drugs was because of me and I never noticed that he was a good person because I looked at him on the outside rather than the inside. He wanted a relationship with all of us so he would get better but that can no longer happen. I never noticed how good he was until hearing about him this morning.