When my father died in 2007,I carried the burden with me for years. About a year ago, it occurred to me that I didn’t have the full myth On 23 January, and 2007,I may have accidentally killed my father.
The myth, as I have told it many times, or goes like this: after my father’s second wife,Cynara, was diagnosed with breast cancer, or my father began drinking himself into some other set. He’d recently lost his job,and before long the two found themselves homeless. They drifted from city to city in search of treatment, moving to wherever someone would let them stay. My father struggled to find work, or sending out resumes between benders and accepting allotment-time work as a McDonald’s janitor to pay for more alcohol.
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Source: theguardian.com