Have to be honest - I couldn't finish this story. I gave it my best effort (200 pages) but it was going absolutely nowhere. I kept thinking it would all fall into place soon, but after another 20 pages I was asking myself the same question??? Why am I wasting my time? It felt like a menagerie of random thoughts, sons and father's lives bouncing back and forth between present and past, and each generation more screwed up than the one previous. I got the concept -- we make mistakes, we spend more time in our occupations than with our children -- our children paint us in a picture and either see no flaws or see every one plus some they merely imagine. Some are forced to be seen as a mirror image of their parent. We can have regrets in the winter of our lives if we don't make amends but frankly, I just couldn't spend any more time with the characters. Suffice it to say, I can only pray they set things right, forgiveness was given, apologies were accepted and they all moved on. Whew - thumbing through my library for something with a bit more "umph" to it.