Making peace with alchoholism...

"Today, November 1st, 2013, marks one year since my dad crossed over to the other life and November 4th marks 2 years since my mom's death.  Losing both parents in the span of a year was not easy but I thank God every day that I had the premonition that they were going to cross over and I was guided to spend time with them.  My mom actually passed away exactly 5 days after I got home and I had the opportunity to spend 2 weeks with my dad. On my way to visit my mom, I explained to my friend John that I could not find a single gift to bring for my dad. ""What does he like?"" John asked. ""Alchohol.  Rum."" I replied. ""Well, get a good bottle of rum for him."" he said. ""You must give a person what they like. Not what you like."" ""But I hate rum,"" I replied.  ""He only creates trouble when he drinks!"" ""If it is what he likes, then give it to him.""  John was quite firm on this point.  After several attempts to disagree with him, I finally gave in and bought him a beautiful bottle of Crown Royal. I gave it to my dad when I arrived home and as I thought would happen, he we had a couple of rough nights with that bottle of Crown Royal.  My dad was very disruptive while he drank - he could go on talking philosophically for the entre night which is very unsettling for my mom in particular. About two weeks before his death, I had the premonition that he would die. Overnight I packed a bag and made arrangements to travel to St.Lucia.  While I was at the airport, my friend John and I were chatting and I was explaining to John that I could not figure out what to get for my dad. Although he is not present here with us anymore, I communicate with him through my dreams in the spirit world and know for sure that he is very much alive and well.  But this does not equate to his actual physical presence here with us - we all do miss his presence. My father was a gentle, loving, kind and considerate soul.  He was a philosopher who had very strong views on God and life - spiritual in some ways but definitely not religious.  He was generous to everyone around him and often gave away the produce he grew on his farm.  He was always thoughtful and never spoke much unless he was drunk!  When he was drunk, life became impossibly hard around him, as he could go on talking for hours on an end.  Growing up, I had a huge dislike for For most of my life, (and I think I can also speak for my siblings), I struggled with my dad being an alcoholic.  Living in a small community did not help at all since everyone knew what he did when he got drunk."

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