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Alcohol; Man Vs. Himself, Family, Friends, and his addiction.
For the past two years there was a man in my dad's life. For his sake i will not name him so I shall rename him Alcohol because of what he put his family, his wife and his friends through.
Two years ago my dad was called by the wife of an old friend. (we will call her E. because that is her first initial.) E. called my dad to tell him that something was wrong with Alcohol. Alcohol had developed a nasty addiction to vodka and whisky along with any other strong alcohol beverage. My dad constantly talked to this man. He tried to help Alcohol and E. as much as possible and in his power.
Alcohol was arrested for an incident which involved him having driven his car out into a field and I recall having heard something about him even being tasered by the police. His car was impounded and this left him with only his motorcycle and E.'s car.
Well, my dad had Alcohol's motorcycle taken to E.'s brother's house where it stayed for a very long, long time.
I remember one time, Alcohol was released from some place - either jail or some rehab i don't recall well - he was down in a bad part of town already buying whisky and already drunk again. My entire family and i were in the car, either going out to eat or just leaving some restaurante, we had to drive down there and pick him up. We gave him a ride and the entire time he gagged me with the stench of the drink on his breath.
Last year, he was in and out of rehab facilities and consantly trying to come clean. He continually failed to however. My dad tried to introduce God to him and for a some time, there seemed to be hope. As soon as he was out of the rehab it was back to the bottle.
Time went by as his habits grew stronger and as well, he fell deeper into the drink. His wife, E., constantly threatened to leave but never did. He raised debt on his accounts and made E. age. E. began looking older every time i saw her. I remember the first time i saw her, she looked closer to her real age, if not younger. Now, it's only been two years and she looks five years older than she is now... Alcohol would call often, blaming my dad for trying to help and saying that he was not doing anything good.
When the first month of this year pulled around he had maaged to be arrested several times had his driver's licenses appealed from him. Due to the constant drinking Alcohol did he couldn't regain them either. Finally, Alcohol had had it and was to far to turn back.
He went to rehab about three more times and tried to come clean. He failed again, every time.
E. works as a flight attendant so she would some times be away for a week total. The week of my birthday, E. went on a trip for her job, while she was away Alcohol called my dad. I remember quite a bit of my dad's side of the conversation.
Here is what i can make of it from my memory;
*dad's cell rings, it's Alcohol. My dad answers*
-dad- 'Hey, Alcohol, how are you, how is everything right now?
Alcohol - (is loud enough that i hear his voice but can't tell what he's saying. He was obviously drunk.)
Dad- "Alcohol, the (my dad refered to himself by his name so i will call him M. because that is the first initial of his name) M. you are wanting to talk to isn't here any more (not like a split personality thing, he was just refering to how he use to be when he drank beer and etc.) He's been gone for over seven years now. Alcohol even when i drank i, after i had kids, i never got as drunk as you.
(I zoned out for the rest but here's what i remember from the very last bit of the conversation when i was back in the room)
Alcohol - (not as loud as before, i thought hat maybe my dad just had the volume on high on his phone's ear peice.)
Dad - It's mother's day weekend Alcohol, I'm not coming over there right now.
Alcohol - (so quiet that i can't even hear the noise from where i was)
Dad - No, We'll go have lunch together when you are Sober!
With that he hung up the phone and continued on with the afternoon...
The day of my Birthday my dad recieved a call from E.
E. had come home to find Alcohol dead on the couch. He hadn't been dead very long, for the stench had not risen nor were fluids draining and seeping at the time. He was gone.
My boyfriend on that day had bought me a ring, a pair of amazing steam punk brass wing earrings and a promised life like version of a fantasy sword i hade made and designed over four or so years... When my dad saw this - i had not known about what happened to Alcohol at the time - and he was down in tears saying that it was something so great compared to what he had happen earlier that day...
When night came around he told me about Alcohol and about E. finding him. He had over dosed on pain killers with a high amount of alcohol in his system. The drinking had won.
I do not know why God did not save him. I was saddened to hear that he was not improving at all. He ruined his wife's life for two years and the strange thing now, there is an almost relieved feeling, like a weight has been lifted off of her. She is trying to hold a funeral for him and I have to design the flires that will be given out to every one that has asked to be notified...
My dad told me something interesting about the situation a little while ago...
"Alcohol was a great man, he managed to keep a high demanding job for all his life, his marrige together ever since he married E. about 36 years ago. I have no clue why he fell for the drinking. What he did that night to stop the things he was doing was all he had the power to do, but something tells me that the drinks had a say so in his final actions too..." ~ Dad the night he told me about Alcohol's death.
R.I.P. May God take him to heaven's home. No one deserves to die in hell...
 Miekka Kuoleman · Thu Jun 03, 2010 @ 06:48am · 0 Comments |
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