My wife is accepting the fact that her father on hospice, isn't going to get better. She giving him morphine drops now for the first time as some sort of bad pain or discomfort has come up. It's heartbreaking for her. Gotta stay strong for her and not drink. I found a stash I didn't know I had hidden - did it while drunk I suppose. Not a lot of it, but nonetheless I set myself back, like a fool.
Moving on.