I have become more comfortable since joining this thread and have met wonderful people, such as you, who bother to read my story. Please forgive the selfish nature of this post, but I need some help.
My father left me when I was 7, and would show up intermittantly here and there the rest of my life. Last Thanksgiving (07) he called to let me know he has pancreatic cancer. At 225 pounds and 5' 9" he was always built stocky; when I last saw him he was not the physical man I remember from my youth at 138 pounds, yet the anger he has carried his whole life was there in full force.
He lives in Boston, and I live in Florida. I took some time to see him last summer, left my child and wife at home with friends and family, and ventured out to 'connect' somehow. He was weak, but loves golf. While golfing, I was social with the couple we were paired with and he was quiet. Stating, "Today is a waste. This might be my last day on Earth and you are wasting it talking to people you will never see again. You should have just stayed home." Got drunk that night with Crown Royal.
I try to call every weekend, end up leaving a voice mail and getting drunk those nights.
I know I am blessed to have a wonderful/loving wife and child; yet I get so angry/hurt. I have been to counselors and appreciate their advice, but find the inner work difficult with Alcohol (of course). So...as I approach another weekend (which as a binge drinker is my downfall) and deal with the call I recieved yesterday from the hospital in Boston which told me his cancer has now spread to his liver and he will not be going home....I wonder, "Can I really do this?".
Angry/Hurt/and yet hopeful the pain will end for both of us soon.
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