Anonymous
Beloved of All
Alcoholism is an illness, one the body cannot fight to overcome, but only the strongest of minds. It takes losing everything, and then unrelenting strength, determination and the unconditional love of others to get through these moments in life. Right now, we need a village.
My father was the most amazing dad. He was the hardest worker i had ever seen, worked every day never taking time off, dressed to perfection and loved life. He was also my Peter Pan, the dad everyone else wished they had, who would let us bounce bouncy balls from two stories up in a mall, take us fishing, body boarding & bike riding. He carved our name into a cave at the beach, let us shift gears while he was driving, encouraged us to get golden tickets in our back pockets (university degrees) so we could do anything we wanted in the world, keep bad doors closed, always walk in the light- and most importantly to feel the fear, and do it anyway. My dad Lived.
Around six years ago, the man I had never seen take a sip of alcohol in my life took that taste of poison and did not stop. The man with a heart made of gold and love spiraled down a slippery slope with nothing to grasp until he was left with nothing. The life he showed us how to so colorfully navigate and enjoy in goodness and laughter no longer existed. We lost the inspiring father we were so lucky to have grown up with.
We are trying to pick up the pieces and do not know how. The cost of rehabilitation is more than we (or probably most people) can afford at home. All I ask of you or anyone that has time is that you - for even two seconds, pray for my amazing father, to bring back the man he was - and in Jesus name - will be again.
My father was the most amazing dad. He was the hardest worker i had ever seen, worked every day never taking time off, dressed to perfection and loved life. He was also my Peter Pan, the dad everyone else wished they had, who would let us bounce bouncy balls from two stories up in a mall, take us fishing, body boarding & bike riding. He carved our name into a cave at the beach, let us shift gears while he was driving, encouraged us to get golden tickets in our back pockets (university degrees) so we could do anything we wanted in the world, keep bad doors closed, always walk in the light- and most importantly to feel the fear, and do it anyway. My dad Lived.
Around six years ago, the man I had never seen take a sip of alcohol in my life took that taste of poison and did not stop. The man with a heart made of gold and love spiraled down a slippery slope with nothing to grasp until he was left with nothing. The life he showed us how to so colorfully navigate and enjoy in goodness and laughter no longer existed. We lost the inspiring father we were so lucky to have grown up with.
We are trying to pick up the pieces and do not know how. The cost of rehabilitation is more than we (or probably most people) can afford at home. All I ask of you or anyone that has time is that you - for even two seconds, pray for my amazing father, to bring back the man he was - and in Jesus name - will be again.
