Did you feel, at moments, how difficult it was to compress this? I could feel that difficulty while reading. So much left unsaid, unexpressed. As though you were struggling to discover what was correct to edit out, what might not be appropriate to “the story” or for the reader to have to contend with. Sometimes it may be best to leave these things in—or add them—and allow the reader to make those decisions for themselves. Let them know what was going on in your life (after all, this is as much about you as it is about your father) and in as much detail as you like.

Of course, as a reader, I am only making assumptions. Ass that I am.

Let it blossom.