“By the time the day to be released arrived, I was grateful that my father had passed on. If he had raised me on his own, it was almost certain that we were close, and that he loved me a great deal. For all I knew, I had been his whole world. How would it be to have a son who couldn't remember playing catch with you, who couldn't remember all the scrapes you'd got him out of as a kid, and who didn't love you anymore because he didn't know you? I was saddened he was dead, but glad I didn't have to hurt him.”