Wake up call?

Song: Gary Jules – Mad World http://www.youtube.com/watch

I haven’t written about A in here very much. I could talk about A for hours in here.. but in a nutshell A is wounded. He so wounded that he’s become an alcoholic perhaps a drug user. I’m not sure.

I have talked in here many times about the 3 boys who I was best friends in high school with.

There was Chris – Who got married in San Fran and we no longer speak., I have no clue why.

There is S- Who is also married- Trapped into it by a girl- he has twin boys. (yeah she got knocked up)

And there was A – with a never ending romantic heartbreak, who out of all the 3.. was.. and still is my best friend.

2 years ago I got a call from his girlfriend. She was upset and crying on the phone. She confessed something that I never in my wildest dreams I would ever hear a girl say about him. She said that he had hit her. More then once. That he had done this when he had been drinking.

Growing up A, parents had divorced because of his fathers drinking. At one point when we were in our late teens, A, told me about what it was like to live with a Man who didn’t care about anything but drinking. At 19 A got a call from police saying this father had drunk so much that broken his leg, and it took someone a few days to find him..while his father was in hospital he had to go and clean out the council house he was living in. He said it was just beer cans, on beer cans. It was a sad site. At the moment.. he knew that he could end up like this man. He knew that the drinking ‘gene’ was part of who he was. He made be promise that he would never end up like him.

9 years later when I got that call.. I did everything I could to help him. I was the only one who knew his secret, I confronted him about it and begged him to get help. He was about go to rehab, he chickened out. I tried to involve other friends, and I thought the best way to help him was by getting us all to push him towards getting help. It backfired. And of course I was the one who was to blame. A said things to me that were so nasty, he felt that I had over reacted. And that he could handle his drinking. ( knew he couldn’t)

It got to the point where the only thing I could do for him as a friend was walk away. The thought of watching someone slowly drink themselves to death scared the hell out of me. That was 2 years ago. And I have contacted him a few times, but they all went unanswered.

Yesterday

A’s dad died.

He wrote me this facebook.

   you’re so sweet Claire, I’m sorry ive been gone so long. Im home till next week at this stage. most likely back in Australia by next sunday.  I love you and always have and will.    He passed away last night with me and my two brothers by his side. it was peaceful and kind of surreal. still feels weird coming to temrs with it. Tomorrow is a big heavy day of formailities like funeral and his property sorting etc. just so glad ive got good family and friends I MISS YOU SO MUCH.. I love you.xxxx

 This could be A’s wake up call?