So, I know its been a while since I've been on here, but wanted to update this thread a little bit. Not sure where I left off, but back in July, my wife felt that she needed to reach out to her Dad one last time and make one last ditch effort to get him to see what was going on. We drove to see him. He had lost a bunch of weight, clearly drunk, couldn't hardly walk, arms and legs bruised and red with sores everywhere. Just didn't look good. My wife begged him to let us help him and he refused. We had a cop to meet us there because he was hanging with some bad people who were scamming him, but he didn't want to believe that. My wife cried and pleaded with him, but no good it did. We left and we didn't hear anything from him till December 12th of 25 that he had passed away. He was in his home, had two people living with him who we did not know that were apparent drunks and possible drug addicts... They were there with him when he took his last breath. We still have yet to receive the death certificate with his cause of death, but in a way, the worry and frustration that was there is now over, but the anger and sadness is still there.
we all knew this day was coming, maybe not this soon, but my wife before she left him back in July, she asked if she could give him one last hug because she told him this would be the last time she saw him and the next time I see you will be at your funeral, and damn if she wasn't right...