A little history

My mom recently left my dad because of his drinking.
25 years, down the drain.
Soon after, he became homeless.
Alhough we were relatively poor all my life, I never truly thought any of us would end up on the street.
But my dad did.
There was nothing any of us could do - we'd been trying our whole lives.
We had to wait for him to realize he was worth it.
To see that he had things to live for (never knew what he had until it was gone)
Now he lives in a group home for recovering addicts.
He has been sober for 4 months.
I couldn't be prouder or love him more.
Homeless or not.