About a grandfather who died far too young,
but disappeared into himself even earlier than that.
About a good man, a loving person, a sharp mind,
but with a serious weakness.
About my father and his brothers,
who remember a before and after,
- the illness and addiction -
but still loved him through it all.
About why I'm not that fond of intoxicants.
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Va fint skrivet och så tragiskt!
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