After my folks divorced, I primarily only had a dad. A great dad. A Luther singing, gray short sets wearing, liver and onions eating BEST DAD until AIDS took him. This was after I fed him, bathed him and changed his diapers. I was 11! The experience of watching him waste away and die not remembering me broke me, scarred me and shaped the person I ultimately became. Me @ 11 and me now, at 46. I haven't smiled in ages...