I passed the stupid campground on my way to work every day. For years, I would ride by and just be angry at you. How could you let something that you knew was destroying you kill you? How could you let addiction hurt not only you but all of those who loved you? You didn’t even set up your camper you were so drunk you fell asleep in your car and passed out and died of a heat stroke in the car. Mom had to actually find you. She called and called and couldn’t get you. Drove up and found you. I’m not angry anymore. I just miss you. I wish you could’ve beat the demons that had control of you for most of your life. I do believe I’ll see you again. Love you, dad.