This is the statement I was told after my Father had passed away. Quite insensitive I thought but it provoked me to think what it meant. Nearly two years ago I lost my father to an 'Illness'. That 'Illness' is alcoholism. My father was an alcoholic and practically drank himself to death. I remember receiving the information in the car. Tears flooded down my eyes as my heart was ripped out of my chest. The only father I could ever have was gone. Gone. No more hearing his voice, listening to his laugh for even getting to smell him anymore. Once you lose the ability to smell someone you never get to remember what it's like. No matter what your age is, A man always needs his father. This is a short introduction to the biggest event that has happened in my life to date, and perhaps what will continue to be the biggest influence to ever take its toll. I still have key moments that need to be shared in order for you to truly understand the pain I suffer. Life before his death, An upbringing fueled by alcohol and the last moments staring at his coffin with his hat resting on top at the crematorium. More shall be explained later on and until then this is what I leave you with. Whilst you're reading this at home think to yourself. Can life be made easy or is it simply out of our control.