I know that I will never find my father in any other man who comes into my life, because it is a void in my life that can only be filled by him.
One Saturday in 1984, I walked into my first AA meeting. I went regularly for six years and only stopped when I came to realize my underlying problem was not genuine alcoholism, but depression.
One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.
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