You know, Sasha, maybe it’s just as well?
After my father died there were all these people saying how kind he was to their children and what a patient mentor he was to young people starting out in his workplace.
My reaction was
Then my inner little kid piped up with, “Why wasn’t he that way with me? What was wrong with me?” I’m chronologically an adult, so I can mostly handle this dissonance. Mostly.
But your daughter has enough mixed feelings to process as it is, maybe?
As always, I send my admiration for your grace under fire.