Last day of Lent. I should read through all my posts from Lent. The point of this was to encourage myself to journal more often. I hope it worked. We'll see.

Connie is currently executing the plan of forcing my dad to quit cold turkey. She stayed up until 2am last night and even then checked on him throughout the night. My dad is very anxious about it all. He was not expecting to give up this crutch he's used for half his life so suddenly. He would have preferred the option of cutting down slowly, but that's not really an option in alcoholics. At least not for him, he does not have the self-control to limit himself at all really.

I received the most touching text messages from her earlier today:

"I can tell he was fighting his demons last night cuz at first he was getting annoyed and started saying random shit. Around 2, I was like dad 'it's been 24 hours, see you can do it, let us help you reach 48.' He looked at me and said in the calmest manner 'you know I'm going to get mad but when I do don't be mad at daddy.' I said 'I know dad, you're going to hate me tomorrow but I still love you.:

This makes me cry. It wraps my dad up in a nutshell. My dad is deeply flawed. He is one of the least introspective people I know. But I've always known that he loves us. And though that's all that he's been able to give us, I don't take it for granted.