I was granted a little bit of happiness the day he died. I know that sounds horrible to say but thats how I felt but it was only temporary. A few years after he died I found out other girls in my family had to suffer from his abuse too. I was the youngest and the last one he hurt. My cousin whom I tried to hide with that one day tried to come out and tell her mom what went on when we were little and she was told she was making stuff up. I tried to help her and confirm her stories were true and we were told even if it was true we needed to let the past go since he was old and dying. I wish it was that easy but its not. So yes I will admit I was truly happy the day he died.