I recently loss my father, who was ninety-one, and a World War 2 Veteran. I am beyond grateful that I was clean and sober, and played a major role in helping him cross over. I had very strong core issues with my father, and we had some incredibly painful confrontations, back when I was drinking. The last fifteen years of my father’s life, I was sober, and I got to see who he truly was. He also got to see me. Amazing healing transpired through those years and my love and respect for him is beyond words. When he died, I was at peace, because nothing was left unsaid. The grief is still like a roller coaster, and when it hits, I don’t fight it, I have to have the feelings of missing him, and wanting him to be proud of me.