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The doctors told my father that if he didn't stop drinking, he would die. A few years later, at 56, he did.
I never confronted my father about his drinking. His third and fourth wife did that enough. the fact is, he was going to drink himself to death no matter what, and I knew that. I saw it in the future as inevitably as the sun coming up.
I have no guilt about not "intervening", even though my stepmother asked me to. My father and I were not close enough for me to be the one.
His tombstone reads, "We're not here for a long time, just a good time."
So rest in peace, Daddy.