Originally Posted by
Astro 
After our Mom died his own depression and bitterness was so great that it drained our emotions and we had to find ways to cope. That was part of my recovery story too, he and I drank to cover up the grief. I was told that after he passed there would come a day when only the sweet memories would remain, and I can say not that it's true.
((Astro))
My father fortunately went first -- I write 'fortunately' because he was an alcoholic and we all of us worried what he would come to alone. Our shared alcoholism and other things I've come to understand about him have sadly colored even memories that once were happy. All I can say is that I've come to a more sympathetic view of my mother, and maybe I will of my father too, some day.
Aly, I hope your spirits lift gradually, but soon.
