Love and Loss
The Funeral Of My Dad
His legacy and how I said goodbye at a Bar
Every small town in America has a town square, an open public place for community events. Cute and quaint.
It will likely have a flower shop, a post office, a family-style restaurant, and a bar.
Town squares are nostalgic. They are glimpses of simpler times.
Easier.
My dad was a hard worker, talented, and super bright. He built things with his hands, and they were beautiful.
He worked for himself, and he didn’t need much in life.
He was a small town man.
He never owned a home or a car. He had an apartment on the town square, a few belongings, and a sickness.
The kind of sickness that gets a hold of you and is quite challenging to break free from.
Alcoholism, alcohol use disorder, or whatever the appropriate term is, is not all that important.
The sickness killed him.
He loved cigarettes, alcohol, and the town bar.
Do you know this guy?
The guy that sits at the bar, everyone likes. He smiles and drinks his beer.
