My Dad drank himself to death and finally succumbed to liver cirrhosis 8 years ago. I went to his funeral, drank his last bottle of whiskey, danced on the bar, fell into a ditch, and missed my flight home. I’m sure even he would have been proud of that final performance. And on my arrival home, I vowed that it was the last time I would touch alcohol. And it was.
This is the story of why I quit alcohol and how I did it. My hope is that by sharing my story, I can help someone else rewrite theirs.