Jeff’s father, Pat passed away yesterday. He was 67. He had a collapsed lung and cancer in the other. He was a chain smoker, a drinker and a gambler. He took care of Pat and Pat alone. He was a nice enough man but selfish. He and Jeff’s mom split a long time ago. He came back when Jeff was 18 and reintroduced himself to his two boys. Jeff followed him to California and eventually to Las Vegas where I met him and started a new life for him. Pat was a user and would get together with women who took care of him. He and his girlfriend lived an hour away for over 9 years and came to visit once. Jeff’s brother had written him off years ago. Jeff never really thought about him and now feels nothing. I think he feels bad for not feeling bad. Pat was a father but Jeff’s Step Dad, James was a Dad. James is the man we consider the girls other grandfather. I don’t hate Pat. He was a part of the man that I love so much, I cry when I think about it. I love Jeff because he is an amazing husband and the best daddy I have ever met. I thank God everyday for him. I believe everything happens for a reason.