Back in 1983 my dad lived next to a bar in Phoenix,AZ. He lived in a crappy little travel trailer. He would walk to the bar and drink and then back to the trailer to sleep it off. One night he died in his sleep. The regular bar flies checked on him one day and found him. They went through his pockets and stole his wallet as he lay dead. These are the same guys my dad would cal his “drinking buddies.” Some ending for a father of four WW2 Vet.
I am so sorry that is the legacy that your father left you with. But, he was still your father, he gave you life. My guess is that you are a great man/woman who has always been there for their children, if you have them.
I am so sorry that is the legacy that your father left you with. But, he was still your father, he gave you life. My guess is that you are a great man/woman who has always been there for their children, if you have them.