The fact that every Friday night and every weekend of my childhood was Friday Night Fights.
The fact that my Father was a functioning alcoholic. Meaning, he was a 24/7 alcoholic. He was a drunken Father at home yet went to work and no one knew he was battling alcoholism.
That he never admitted he was an alcoholic and had an addiction that eventually would be partly to blame for his death.
The way he treated my Mother when he was drunk. The verbal abuse, accusations of cheating, and not listening to me as a young child when I begged him to please stop drinking and just go to bed.
But there are also many things I am proud of that my Father did.
On the good weekends, we would go camping with friends and family.
We would go boating on the weekends, which included fishing for all.
Providing shelter and food for the family in order for survival.
For adopting my brother who was less fortunate than me and in foster homes for a few years.
And for adopting me as an infant and being the only Father I've ever known.
Despite the bad, there was much good. I'll love him always and he'll forever remain in my heart.
Happy Father's Day
Flashing back: It's Been 9 Yeard Today
