So yesterday I found out that my Ex-Step Father died. He was my like a father in many ways. He raised me and taught me everything he knew. I would not be where I am or who I am without him today. He taught me everything there was to know about everything. He was my dad. He stopped talking to us for the last couple years and I would like to think that he was trying to save us some grief because he knew it was coming. I just don't know what to think at this moment. It all just seems so surreal and not real. All these memories of growing up with him are coming back. Him buying me my first comic. Us going to see any superhero movie that came out. Him teaching me how to basically socialize. After him and my mother divorced, I saw him every weekend and I always looked forward to it. We would talk aimlessly about things that really did not matter. Like which superhero could beat who or who's better Picard or Kirk. These were some other greatest conversations of my life and I will never forget them. I will never forget him. The man who laid down the very foundation of the man I am today. I can not thank him enough. I love you Alan. So much. Thank you for turning me into who I am. Thank you for steering me in the right direction. Thank you for loving me when you did not have to. Thank you for all the memories and love. Again. I love you.