Your granddaughters were lucky  enough to attend a few daddy/daughter dances  (DDD) with their father. Every year, all three of them would get dressed up, hit the school dance and then go out for a fancy dinner. It was a special night for the girls, as they got to spend some quality time alone with their dad.  I recently came across the photos of one of the dances. As I scrolled through them, I realized that I felt a twinge of envy. You weren't around much after the age of 6, so I never got to attend the daddy/daughter dance. This realization led to a spiral of sorts. I started thinking about all the things I never got to do, or experience, because you never wanted to be a dad. The DDD is just a tiny blip. You died last year, along with my chances of ever getting any answers from you. There are so many questions. You’re gone now and it's too late, but I still need to ask them. Firstly, where were you for 28 years? I last saw you when I was 17. I got a handf...