March 13...
 

...is a day I always remember because...

My dad died in 1970, on March 13. It was actually Friday the 13th.

The people who called my mother to tell her he had died told her she was lucky he had ID on him. Otherwise, he would have been John Doe #WhoKnowsWhat in the City Morgue. I was 18.

He was an alcoholic who dropped dead in the Bowery at age 43, leaving behind 4 children. One loved him. One dismissed him. One hated him. One didn't get the chance to know him.

Just thought I'd mention it--alcoholism is such a horrible disease, but I wanted to pay homage to the man.

Amazing that it is 32 years later, and he was not much of a dad, but I look at the date and remember what it means to me.


ETA: I meant to post this in the ACOA forum.... this is not helpful to the F&F forum, so I apologize...

It's okay to post here, we care about you.

Thank you for sharing part of your story with us. (((hugs)))

I'm sorry for your loss. And I am with you in spirit. I too hate this disease and the havoc it wreaks on families and relationships.

(((Hugs))) for you.

I am glad that you posted here. It reminds me to have compassion for my RAH and for myself as I continue on my own path to recovery so I can provide a safe, happy home for my children as best I can whether my RAH is drinking, recovering or not.

((SoloMio))

regardless of the disease - he was still your dad

you lost him - whether it was to the disease or to death ~ there is grief

whether it was yesterday or 42 years ago ~ there is still pain

Special gentle PINK HUGS to you,

Rita