My dad passed away in December. He was sober for 25 years, until he started drinking again in his 70’s. It was okay at first and then it wasn’t. He lost himself during the pandemic, when his drinking got so bad.
My mom sent me his AA chips and books. It’s strange to see the notes and scribbles in the margins. The demons he was fighting and never quite conquered. By the time I got sober, four years ago, he was too far gone. He didn’t want to be told what to do. He loved drinking too much. About 6 months into my sobriety he told me how proud he was of me, and how he hoped he could find a way I could be proud of him.
This is my first experience with sober grief, and while it’s been hard, it’s also allowed me to be in this raw and vulnerable space of acceptance of my dad and who he was, demons and all 


❤🩹