This is how I exorcise my demons. This is how I find my light.

I remember you, but do not miss you. I have defined my success by you for too long- It is time I break my dependence on you for my self-worth. You are not the yardstick I choose to measure my life by. I am building a new yardstick.

I will find my own definition of success. I will seek out what fulfills me to fill in, once and for all, the gaping emotional hole you left me to deal with. I will not longer need your approval, nor feel the need to give you mind out of filial obligation.

I am no more obliged to be your daughter and honor your memory than you felt obligated to be a father.

I am my own to live. I made the right choice one year ago to walk away. My anger has resurfaced and now moves me to act. And to tell you how I really feel. You are gone, and should remain so, regardless of the time of year. For your memory to haunt this season is unacceptable. You are at rest, and my issues with you are dissolved as well.