Anyway, he was only 57. A chronic alcoholic. He died a slow, horrible death.....over the past year that is. Today his heart finally gave out and he died of a heart attack.
So, I just found out about an hour ago and the FIRST thing that I wanted to do was have a drink.
Shit.
I won't but I really want to........I hate AL
Thing is... my family could have sent a similar "email" regarding me at any time during the last couple of years of my battle with alcohol. I was young, in the hospital, fighting for life, but not yet willing to give up on alcohol. As soon as I would be discharged, I would sneak off to the market for more beer. Alcoholism causes us to behave in ways that are insane and, as you well know, ultimately fatal.
Don't take up that drink. Do whatever you need to do. Rant, Cry, Call friends, Break some dishes. It's okay. Just do not allow alcohol to be the solution that it pretends to be. Alcohol is a liar. You know this.
You are loved. You are loved. And then you are loved some more. :kissyface:
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