It's my father's birthday today, James Joseph John Walsh, a very typical Irish man, he loved life, beautiful women, his family, good drink, a reasonable wager on a decent bet, the Virgin Mary, and the ocean.
He loved to love and loved to love me. I lost him way too young to alcoholism and will forever miss the missed years - but I am so very grateful he was exactly who he was. He was also my brother in life's journey, my teacher through his sorrows and joys, and my daddy. Compassion is of a free mind - he was a compassionate man and helped to shape me to be a compassionate woman.
Alcoholism - Drinking sorrow - without Faith in something beyond the physical realm there is no ground to dry some of our tears.
Addictions are always emotional conversations waiting to be heard, accepted, and released.
Blessed Be to All the Daddys