Wrestling with demons
I don’t know what made him drink, and I don’t make excuses for him when it comes to his alcohol addiction. Instead, I loved him for what he was – a good father to me and my sister and a wonderful husband to my mother when he wasn’t drinking. He also possessed many good character traits that I try to emulate.
I admired him for his skills as a truck driver and for having a great work ethic. He never drank while working or before all our household bills were paid. He died owing nothing. He enjoyed helping people. He preached the importance of education to me and my sister.
I’ve wrestled with the two sides of my dad most of my life. I was blessed to know the good and survived the bad. I wish I could have helped him beat his addiction before he died. Hopefully, it’s not too late for someone you know.