The Final Hour
A continuing tale of heartbreak
The suffering never ends.
Every once in a while I try to get inside of my son’s head. He is paranoid schizophrenic, a disabled veteran who was medically discharged from the Navy seven years ago. He is also an alcoholic. He is also my son and I see him as I would see a familiar but run down and haunted house. Until this week, the g…
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