Posted 4/8/2015 8:58 PM (GMT 0)
A few months ago, I was watching a movie with Bill Murray called St. Vincent. An older drunk and sad man starts to care for his next-door neighbor's son. He does a decent job in a character comedy. One scene about halfway through was of a drunk Vincent getting in his car, and taking the boy home.
I had to stop the movie and ,meditate for a few minutes. When asked why, well, it hit a little too close to home. When I was 10 or so, I became aware of my dad's drinking because after a heavy day's drinking at a polka festival, he drove me home. The wrong way on a highway.
A few years ago, I was going through my dad's papers (he died in 93.) My sister (who died in 2012) had them in storage. I was puzzled by a folder marked "Ireland Stuff." After going through it and organizing some pieces of information, I slowly came to realize this folder had to do with a motor-vehicle death on a country road at night during a rainstorm. There is no proof--conditions were bad, visibility nil, there were no street lights, the victim wearing dark clothing, no breathalyzer. This happened when I was when I was 7-8. I do not remember it.
I am not happy to be responding to this current situation as a scared little girl.