How Much Time Has Since My Dad Essay
That’s how much time has passed since my dad passed away on June 3rd, 2013. And no matter how many times I talk about it, write about it, think about it, I can’t get over it. Sure, the grief has mostly gone away, but there are still these little snippets of pains. Like weeds in a garden full of flowers, veggies, and fruits. These snippets aren’t even necessarily the good kind; they’re the ones that drain the life out of the rest of the garden and you start over.
But at the same time, it’s necessary. Like flowers.
My dad passed away from cirrhosis of the liver, as a result of excessive drinking. He was sixty-five when he passed; combine that with the stage his liver was in, he was low on the transplant list. There were numerous events and decisions that led up to his death. It can technically be pinpointed back to 2011. My brother had just left for college in New York with a Presidential Scholarship, a feat my parents were proud of. My dad had a history of alcoholism and his mother did, too. My dad had gone to rehab once before to receive help in 2006-2007, around Christmastime. He remained sober up until 2011. My brother was my dad’s…right hand man to some degree. My dad had few friends and the ones he had lived out-of-state and he could only talk to them on the phone on occasion. So, after long days at work as a lawyer, my dad would talk with my brother nightly. I wasn’t there usually, but…