My Daddy

I loved my daddy. But daddy had lots of Demons.The main being alcohol.
For as long as I can remember, he'd always have a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other. But dad wasn't a bad guy (all the time). He had his moments of Greatness.
My dad used to take me most places dads wouldn't take their daughters. He used to take me to the TN poolroom at a real young age. I can still remember the smell. (stale beer, cigarettes, pee, and a smell I didn't know back then but do now... weed)
When I was real young, my dad didn't drink as much, but about the time my brother was born when I was 7. His drinking picked up a lot.
I do remember my mom and dad fighting a LOT. Some physical fights, some just verbal (but abuse is abuse) Those are the main memories I have of them together.They'd fight, me and mom would leave then we'd come back. My mom always tried to help my dad with his addiction to alcohol. That is where I learned the "I need to help people who don't want to be fixed" problem that I have. From my mom and dad. Dependency & co-dependency, was learned at a young age. I ended up with a touch of both.
Addiction runs in my family, both sides. My dad was an alcoholic not sure what else... I have heard rumors of other things, but I'm not sure.
I loved my dad.... Just wish he had chose us instead of the alcohol.