My father passed away six years ago. He and my mom got divorced when i was around 10. He had bad alcohol issues and i suspect he was using other drugs as well. Got locked up for a while and i had no clue, i actually didn't even know if he was alive. I know he wasn't always there for me, but i appreciate the few things he did do for me. He helped mold my sense of humor, passion for sports, and taught me about women. Sounds pretty basic, but it's stuff that never leaves you. So i guess you could say i admired certain qualities of his, but never respected him overall or thought of him as a role model. By the time he realized all the mistakes he had made in his life, including losing his family and his health, it was too late. To see what life did to him really hurt, but it helped teach me what choices NOT to make. Not a day goes by that i don't think about him.