Hope

My dad is an alcoholic. He had a hard life in Scotland and alcoholism is in the family. It was always a way of life there. The men worked hard in shipbuilding and manufacturing and the pub was their way of relaxing and sharing stories with their friends and workmates. It is a story all too common in many families. Many generations of alcoholics have died in Scotland but there is always hope.

My dad is now 34 years sober because he admitted to himself he had a problem and he had the loving support and understanding from my step-mum. Together they got through it. He attended AA and she went to Al Anon where she could find help for herself.

He lives alone now as Jean passed away a few years ago. He insists that the move to England helped and his loyalty to the AA and his mentorship and support for others who are where he was all those years ago, helps him to stay sober. He is healthy for a man of his age and keeps a large garden filled with beautiful plants and lots of love.

Every moment is precious as is every moment I spend with him on a video call. I try to talk to him every day because those are all days I really shouldn't have the chance to. They told him he would be dead by 40 if he continued drinking the way he was.

Take comfort in the knowledge that it doesn't always end badly and there is a light that shines. Just remember you are not the one to blame for the dark days. You can only hope your light it bright enough to lead the way through.