My memories are that I loved him. I want to say that, I loved him. I don’t want to say that that wasn’t real or that that wasn’t okay. I want to say that it WAS real, and that it was good. The times that I despised him and feared him are the last times that I remember with him but they aren’t the only times. Right now, today, I remember the whole. He lost the battle. He saw it coming with the breaking of the pipe, all the way back then. He tried to stop the freight train…it was like putting a piece of gum on the tracks.