Uncle John

This weekend my Uncle John lost his battle to alcoholism. Such an awful disease. He's been fighting this fight for as long as I can remember. We so badly wanted him to beat this disease but in the end beat him - it took hold of his life, became his life and eventually ended his life.

Uncle John - my aunt's husband

Uncle John - my cousin's dad

My cousin that got married two weeks to the day her dad passed away.

Uncle John was a powerful, very smart man. He loved the sun and loved to fish at their home in Mexico. He swam everyday and did the LA Times crossword puzzle sitting out by their pool. He always smelled of Coppertone and loved to BBQ. This was the Uncle John I knew. Not the Uncle John that spent his last days/months/years suffering from the final stages of alcoholism.

We will bury him this Friday. His years of suffering, fighting, hurting, and battling are over.