Hey all. I have not checked in on here in awhile and tonight it hit me that I needed to. It's been two years to the day that my best friends father passed on from alcoholism. I knew him very well, especially the last year of his life. It was so hard to see the numerous bottoms he hit, each always worse than the last. I guess I am sharing this to possibly save someone else from the same fate, or to at least let it be known that alcoholism is a disease that kills...there was a point, I remember it well, that he was okay. He detoxed for 3 weeks and was finally "on track". He looked so, happy. Joyous. Free. When he relapsed, it broke our hearts. We cried. I don't know if he even saw how much his actions impacted us. But being an alcoholic myself, I sawall of his ups and downs and felt like the same could be true of me. I understood it. But it still hurt.
As I said, I just wanted to share this experience and the aftermath of it all. My friend doesn't go one day without thinking about her dad and I am sure the same is true of her extended family. I miss him too. He's always in our hearts, gone but definitely not forgotten...