tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759421079279172044.post5344880700164580711..comments2024-01-01T15:38:28.710-05:00Comments on The Immortal Alcoholic: Surviving the Chaos: Rest in peace DocLinda Bartee Doynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01820717772193440848noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759421079279172044.post-81875360640635789592015-03-24T17:12:04.063-04:002015-03-24T17:12:04.063-04:00Thank you so much, Linda, for this tribute to Doc ...Thank you so much, Linda, for this tribute to Doc on his passing from this life. I must say that an hour after I got him to sign the papers for hospice with him even joking with the hospice nurse ("I am so glad to see you I would like to give you a kiss!") She said, not until you sign these papers. After he signed she said now about that kiss, but his strength was gone! I went down an hour later and he was gasping. He managed to take my hand very briefly. And slowly stopped breathing. I thought well, that was a dramatic ending if I ever saw one. Whatever he was he had the nature of a grand stand player. I used to talk to him longingly about the hereafter where I am sure there is no alcohol. I would like to have seen this man sober for a while. He was born gifted in so many different ways, which why it was so hard for me to understand why he had let alcohol get such a grip on him. I never saw him sober longer than three days after he came home from rehab in the nine years I knew him, but he died sober, because he detoxed himself after he got too weak to go to the store after his alcohol. And he sounded so lucid. It was a gift. Best to you Gerry Gerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00771917880182186281noreply@blogger.com