My father was a high functioning alcoholic for almost all my life, then work could him drinking before his shift and he got fired, and that was the beginning of the end sadly. Even after losing him family, job, and house he still could admit he had a problem. We had all tried to get him help but he just wasn’t prepared for it. Sadly Christmas 2014 me and my sister where suppose to visit him and couldn’t get an answer on the phone for days, so my bf drove us to his bed sit, where we spent an hour trying to get dad to open the door, he did eventually and the smell was awful, the bed sit was trashed, vomit, shot, piss, mouldy food, it was heartbreaking to see, whilst dad went to bed, the 3 of us spent over 2 hours cleaning and cooking dad something to eat, which he didn’t eat. He then just started screaming that he needed more booze and we were horrible for not getting it for him, my sister was getting very upset and I needed to get her home and safe for her own mental health, so we told our dad when he is ready for help we will support him( as we had done our whole life) and to call us when he is ready, and we walked out. By the end of January there was a knock on the door at 10pm and it was my mum standing there and I just knew it was her coming to tell me my dad was gone. Apparently the letting agent had come round to do the year checks and let themselves in and found dad in bed, the coroner told us he had likely been dead for 48 hours and I’m so glad it wasn’t one of us that found him, I just wish he had got himself sorted, but only he could make that change, and sadly he was to far in denial until it was to late. There are days were i wish I hadn’t been so angry the last time I saw my dad but I did tell him a loved him which I alway will, I just hope he is looking down and is proud of me