November 29, 1993

This is the letter that I started writing to my step-father Donald…..but he died in 1991 or 1992, so it left all of my feelings up in the air. I really can’t blame a dead man for anything, and it’s impossible to hate him.

November 29, 1993

Donald, – you’re dead, how can I hate you? I called you "Dad" for so long, that I feel I owe that loyalty to you…..so how do I let go and feel the rage? Part of me still loves you, because you were the "father figure" in my life for over ½ of it, and in your own way, I think you cared. See, I’m justifying your actions! How come it is that I can be easier on you than I can be on myself? Why can’t I just hate you and get it over with?