White Flag...
My mom left me a message the other day. I just got it yesterday. I called her back and...
my cousin Paul's body was found in a park. He had just died there.
Paul had, in more recent years, been engaged in a losing battle with alcohol. And so, he finally surrendered.
Too much damage to his liver and body. Despite his supposed attempts at getting help recently, it was too little, too late.
Paul was a tall, great looking guy, blonde hair, REALLY blue eyes, charismatic; a football player in school - Mr. popularity. He married a gorgeous dark-haired Italian girl. They had two or three kids; one can imagine how beautiful they were with such great genes to dip into. Paul and the family moved to Florida, he was selling high-end cars and doing quite well at it. Beautiful home, bought a boat, had the perfect, successful life. At least we all thought so.
I'm not sure what happened, how the drinking began. I don't know if work took a downturn; if it was a case of seemingly overwhelming pressures, but I heard he had started to drink. Next thing I heard was that his wife kicked him out of the house because it had gotten to be that bad and he didn't get help.
Some months (or a year?) later I heard he had at some point been living on the street and was only heard from every few months. It's been like that that past few years. Last I was told he had supposedly started into a program to help him stop drinking. That was some months ago.
I was afraid something like this would happen. I guess some fears are justified.
my cousin Paul's body was found in a park. He had just died there.
Paul had, in more recent years, been engaged in a losing battle with alcohol. And so, he finally surrendered.
Too much damage to his liver and body. Despite his supposed attempts at getting help recently, it was too little, too late.
Paul was a tall, great looking guy, blonde hair, REALLY blue eyes, charismatic; a football player in school - Mr. popularity. He married a gorgeous dark-haired Italian girl. They had two or three kids; one can imagine how beautiful they were with such great genes to dip into. Paul and the family moved to Florida, he was selling high-end cars and doing quite well at it. Beautiful home, bought a boat, had the perfect, successful life. At least we all thought so.
I'm not sure what happened, how the drinking began. I don't know if work took a downturn; if it was a case of seemingly overwhelming pressures, but I heard he had started to drink. Next thing I heard was that his wife kicked him out of the house because it had gotten to be that bad and he didn't get help.
Some months (or a year?) later I heard he had at some point been living on the street and was only heard from every few months. It's been like that that past few years. Last I was told he had supposedly started into a program to help him stop drinking. That was some months ago.
I was afraid something like this would happen. I guess some fears are justified.