Believing that regardless of what other people think of me, I did my best, considering what I was given in this life. I tried to forgive other people for the reason it says in the Bible "Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do." I tried to do this, but did I always succeed? Of course not. I am only human. And we are all imperfect.It has always been even harder when I saw my child have to suffer for other people's ignorance as well. And even for my own when I was a crummy father. But I hope he understands my imperfections and that I loved him so much anyway and that he can forgive me some day. Someday when I'm not here anymore, at least in this physical body. I have tried to forgive my own parents, who are no longer here physically with me, for their own human shortcomings as well.We all need forgiveness. Family is family. I don't want to go to my grave feeling like anybody "won"/anybody "lost". I don't feel that that's the point of it all. We all just do the best we can.