I don't really have many memories of doing things with my dad when I was growing up. He was a heavy alcoholic. I wasn't a daddy's girl and there were no daddy-daughter dances.
A little more than 7 years ago my dad ended up in the hospital. I was never told what exactly happened but all I know is it was life changing. After roughly 2 months in the hospital, a few close calls where we thought he was going to slip away from us, he was discharged and has been sober ever since.
The last 7 years have been great as my dad and I have established a relationship. We call each other just to chat and I know he is there if I ever need anything.
I love having my dad.






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