The final goodbye
I have lived 2 realities of this disease. My AH struggled for years before finally surrendering and joining AA, and Thanksgiving morning we went to his meeting to celebrate his 4 year chip. He is a healthy happy sober person, with a brotherhood in AA.
Next Tuesday I bury my 53yo brother. Died from his disease. He never surrendered, never found peace. Died alone in his apartment. It didn't have to be this way. He was a smart, funny, loving guy. This disease robbed him of his serenity. He had a family who loved him, but he couldn't see it. I have to find solace knowing that he isn't in pain anymore. He is at peace finally, with my Dad in Heaven.
I hate hate hate hate hate hate this disease.