Daddy, I just wish I knew how you’re doing. What you’re doing. How you’re feeling. Are things better? Is your mind clearing up? Will you hang in there for the whole 6 months?
They sent him to rehab on a whim without a goodbye from me or my brother. They said they were working on all the paper work/admittance whatever and everything fell through. Before we even knew it (literally), he was in. It’s a 6 month long program with no phone calls, not even letters. Only a short visit from immediate family every 2-3 months. Being that he’s attending rehab in the Philippines, I won’t even get to see or talk to him until December or January.
I just wish I could have said Bye dad… or see you later dad. Everything will be okay. I’ll be praying for you. Hang in there. Be strong… I love you. Please get through these 6 months for the sake of yourself and the sake of mine, jeng’s, and Sam’s future. The family says that now you’re ready and willing to go through rehab - it can only get better from here. I pray that they’re right.
I just know how restless you can be and how the confinement must be driving you crazy… or maybe that’s just knowing you from your unsober state. I hope you don’t feel lonely and I hope you know that I think about you everyday.
I have high hopes for God to see you through this.
Come home to us dad - mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.
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