My father.

If my father had not been a drinker he would of been a pretty good dad. He never beat me or abused me in any way except the fact that he and my mother argued a lot. He was a smart man and read all of the time. He took our family camping almost every weekend. He was into horses for a bit. He was a rodeo judge until right before he died.  He and my mother divorced when I was 11. I didn't mind so much. That meant no more arguing. My stepmother was a sneaky trouble making bitch but she made my dad happy so .......He drank right up until he got sick. He had stomach and lung cancer. He died 7 years ago.