What next?

My son is an alcoholic. He told me when he made an appearance right before his grandpa died. He hung around for the funeral and we haven't seen him or heard from him since then. I don't know what to think about that. I have a wonderful peace and detachment about the situation, which I can only say is from God.  I'm not especially angry, sad or anguished about it. Maybe my grief over my father in love's death is covering the feelings about my son. 

My other dad gave me lots of great father love that I didn't get when I was younger. My dad is a wonderful man, but when I was young his anxiety and depression were untreated; it manifested in rage.  My other dad was a daddy to me. I miss him and I will miss his teasing, his hugs, and kissing him on top of his little bald head. Even when he drove me crazy, I loved him! 

I will not miss seeing him suffer, watching him lose more and more independence with each passing day.  He hung in there so long until he knew Mom was ready to let him go. He was a great man in my eyes. He may have only had an 8th grade education and he worked with his back and his hands all his life, but he was a GREAT man. He wasn't perfect. But I know that in spite of that imperfection he loved his family and friends deeply. He modeled Jesus Christ in his life to everyone he came into contact with. My sister said that earth's loss is heaven's gain, and she couldn't have said it better. I am so grateful that he is now in glory in the presence of Christ.

Good bye for now, Dad. See you again,