Continuing my father’s addiction story for #NationalRecoveryMonth and the 20th anniversary of his death:
The song I am posting speaks for itself. This song lived on a piece of paper in our piano bench for many years and it was one of the first songs of his I discovered and really understood to be written by him.
For my entire childhood, “being drunk” was just who my father was. This song helped me realize that it was only part of who he was, and a part he wanted to fight, was trying desperately to fight..I was almost always mad at my dad but this song gave me a small glimpse into what it was like inside his head.
Forgiveness wouldn’t come for many, many years but every time I picked up this piece of paper, I was a little closer to understanding his pain.