Dear Daddy,
My body is weak and fragile and I'm dying a slow agonizing death.
Watching you drink as if you were a babe suckling from your mothers breast.
Initially, you seemed humorous, more light hearted and brighter but as days melt into night your disposition turned sallow. Delicate and the epitome of a child at heart, those
intermittent tears occurred while trying to muster the strength to remember occurrences. I expire a little more with each passing season. Talking to you, is a mute experience as you assure me that you have no problem, that I am the insane one,
and to a certain extent you are correct. How could my love continue when you are so vile? Yet, it does.
Summer turned to Winter and I swear I could no longer function. You were the addict, yet I was the one dying.
PS/ December was a long month...
I'll miss you Dad...
with every tear I solemnly weep.
I'll miss you.
Love always, Your daughter
Adding your comment:
You do this so very well, the tears are apparent 
C
