The Gold T: A Father’s Gift
by: Trish Cantillon By the fall of 1980, my dad had died of cirrhosis of the liver. In the last year of his life I felt angry, sad and guilty. I did whatever I could to avoid seeing him and barely tolerated him when I did. He was bottoming out in his disease and at only fifteen, I was ill-equipped to manage those complicated feelings. His death brought relief and I was immediately grateful to be out from under the…
