Did he die?

I remember sitting outside our hose trying to sell all of our stuff before we were evicted. We just kept telling everyone to take it all. It was 20 years of my dad's old stuff. Most of it meant nothing to me, but all throughout the day I kept getting, " I'm so sorry darling, did your daddy die?" No, no he didn't. He made a lot of terrible choices and he ruined his life and the lives of others. He didn't die at all. He is living and breathing each day and so am I. I am not damaged or weak, but I am sorrowful. I won't get my father-daughter dance at my wedding. I don't get to see my dad hold his grandchildren. He missed my graduation. The hardest part was people were prouder of what I had to say to him then when I walked across that stage. Sometimes I wonder how much I can tell people about the situation. When I do say he's in jail, they always ask why. I hate to tell them. I wish my brother realized the way he treats us is the same way our dad did. I just wish more than anything I could save every little girl and boy from this happening to them.