Echoes of What Used To Be

My dad was a lousy drunk. The worst kind. True, there aren't really any good drunks, but there are definitely those that are worse than the others. You hear about them all the time, there are TV specials about them. The kind that make people say, 'I can't understand why she doesn't just leave him' but it's not all as easy as that. My mom loved my dad, up until he died of a car wreck. She couldn't forget the good times we used to have even as he hit her for something small. Even after he hit me for just being there. I can always remember her cries, they never really fade.