Thank you for the Boyleing Points “Mother’s Day” article, “Owed More Than A Day” (5/5/15). It touched upon feelings that were only half-buried during the years and decades of my life. In the early 1950s when I was three months into being 8 and in the third grade of elementary school, my brother, sister, and I lost our father Eugene to the curse of alcohol abuse. It was Christmas Eve, December 1953.
There was no heat in our home, no food in the fridge, and no presents under the tree. When the bars closed at 3 a.m., Dad came staggering home with more broken promises and no money...