HONORING MY HERO ON HIS 85TH BIRTHDAY!
For those who knew my dad, I am occasionally asked, and sometimes criticized, for calling him my hero. The reality was dad was broken most of his life. He was a strong and abusive alcoholic while I was growing up. Though he found sobriety after spending a year in jail during my teenage years, without the bottle to cope with life he was quickly devoured by depression. This darkness ruled his life for the next twenty years, to the point…