Note: While I usually like to share more science-y posts on this blog, today's post is an emotional one. Even though I relate my personal experiences here, I feel strongly that the fundamental issue is one that is paramount in all our lives.
My dad... *sigh*, where to begin? There was a time, a pretty good chunk of time in fact, that he and I were thick as thieves. Not that I was ever what anyone would call "daddy's little girl", as I got older we just sort of rallied together and weathered the storm of my mother together. Together we had fun and made light of life because life with my mother was the opposite of light. He is one of the most generous, smart, innovative, hard-working and fun guys I know, and everyone wants to be around him.
His wife, my mom, couldn't be more different. She brags about the number of pills she takes each day and the bottles of booze that follow. As far back as I can remember she has made trips (taking us as children with her every time) across the Mexican border to purchase (and then smuggle back into the U.S.) as many illegal prescription drugs as we could carry.
Together they smoke cigarettes. This is a fairly new habit my dad picked up in the last decade or so. As a kid and even as an older teenager, I remember him always complaining about my mom smoking and smokers in general. I just don't understand. Just as heartbreaking to me is the fact that they eat a diet of mostly processed foods. I really can't understand this! My dad loves to cook- with real food! Possibly the most worrisome for me is the fact that he drinks oceans of soda. Every day.
- Today, he and I are thick as thieves no more. Don't get me wrong, we still enjoy each others company at times few and far between, and always under the unbearable strain of my mother.
- Today, I mourn the healthy mindful dude that I know still lives inside of him.
- Today, I am devastated that he knows so much- he knows better- and yet, just today, as he leaves my house I know he is heading to a deep fried fast food drive-thru- while smoking a cigarette and sipping a soda.
I know that one day I will lose my dad- unfortunately, probably sooner rather than later at this rate- as his choices catch up to him. With a few simple and common sense changes he can halt the damage he has done and even reverse it. I don't want to watch his slow suicide.
How do I save my dad's life?