Bret is my Dad... I am only one child of many. I haven't seen Bret since I was 16 years old, I'm 34. There's a part of me that has always been conforted knowing my dad was "out there" somewhere. Today, I'm not sure where my thoughts will land. I found out today, my Dad died 3 years ago. Ironically, the hardest year of my adult life. Questions will forever go unanswered. I forgive you. Rest In Peace, Daddy. Always, Your Princess.