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My uncle, Shannon, got extremely drunk on January 23, 2008. My aunt had told him she was leaving with the kids the next day because he wasn't sobering up. He waited until she went to bed that night and drank his stash beyond the fifth of vodka he'd been sneaking each day. Early on Wednesday morning, he woke my Aunt up complaining of stomach pains. She drove him to the emergency room, where it was determined that his pancreas was acting up. Within seven hours he was no longer able to breathe on his own, his kidneys shut down, his liver was shutting down, fluids were building up on his body, and his heart was struggling to keep him alive. On January 26, 2008, my uncle's heart stopped. They could not get it going again for fifteen minutes, using two electro shots to the chest to finally get it going. After that, his heart was damaged as well, leaving him with only his lungs. On February 6, 2008, the neurologist told my aunt that my uncle was brain-dead, but that his body was healing. She decided to pull the plug because Shannon had told her that he would never want to live that way (there were no arguments against that. There was no way Shannon would have been happy that way.) Friday, February 8, 2008, my uncle passed away. The funeral was on February 10, 2008.

Alcohol does kill. If you do drink, please drink in moderation.

I'm a deviant affected by alcohol abuse. I lost my 34-year-old uncle at the age of 18. I don't think it's funny when you tell me how drunk you get at your parties. It just makes me heartsore.

Dedicated to: Shannon

i miss you

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:iconraph1966:
I'm sorry that happened to you. Thanks for making this stamp. It needed to be said. Alcohol is a DEPRESSANT, which means it depresses your bodily functions, esp the brain. It's a substance that goes right to your systems from the stomach.
My dad was an alcoholic for quite a few years. Only drank beer, and had some restraint on how he drank (stopped at 11:00am and didn't drink after that). When he stopped drinking (COLD TURKEY!) the doctors were amazed that his liver was fine.
Mesothelioma killed him. I figured it would be the smoking or drinking that would take him. When Dad got off the beer and tobacco, Dad was the man I never knew....and who could've been. He was great to be around. :)
You don't need drugs/alcohol to be popular or have a good time. Get high on LIFE. When it's gone, it's gone. :|

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Life is a lesson, the world is a classroom. Don't play hooky. Chris Earle

The Flying Fickle Finger of F*ck You has poked me in the eyeball once again....
:iconmistress-phoenix:
Thank you for sharing your story <3

I'd reply more, but I'm having trouble speaking about this [even writing about it.]

It means a lot that you took the time to comment and shared a moment of your life with me---and a piece of what I'm sure was a great man. Your pride in him made me tear up a bit. Thank you.

--
And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.
:iconraph1966:
:hug: :hug: I loved my Dad to the end...like you loved Shannon. :hug: :glomp: It's never easy.... and I know it CAN'T be easy for drunk drivers and alcoholics to visit schools to share their stories. :(
Bless you. :love:

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Life is a lesson, the world is a classroom. Don't play hooky. Chris Earle

The Flying Fickle Finger of F*ck You has poked me in the eyeball once again....
:icondistantwings:
:hug:
There are no words for this.
:iconbengalboy17:
My dad was an alcoholic and when he lived with us he was extremely violent some of the time, my mum kicked him out after years of violence to her, me and my brother. I was only 8 years old(ish) when that happened. He would wait for me at some shops near my secondary school when I was 12 to 15 years old and he would be completely drunk and everyone saw him, due to that, I got bullied alot.

My dad doesn't drink anymore and wants forgiveness, but I refuse to.

Alcohol ruined my childhood and I don't touch the stuff (exept Christmas and news years day but I only drink a very small amount, only white wine, NEVER BEER OR LAGER).

I am 18 and people my age think I am weird because I don't touch the stuff at my age, but they don't know about the dark times of my childhood.

Sorry for blubbering on, I am sorry to here about your uncle, alcohol is evil in my opinion.

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"Imagination is intelligence having fun"

Just because I am a furry, doesn't mean I am into yiff, bestiality or homosexuality. Stupid STEREOTYPES!!!!

=Nighthyena WOW! amazing anthro. Draws like a pro and only 14 years old
:iconmistress-phoenix:
I leave the deviation comments on/revealed because I believe that everyone needs to tell their story where this is concerned, and I'm glad that you felt comfortable enough to share your story.

Alcohol has a devastating effect on people globally, for the alcoholics and the families involved---and your 'blubbering on' is just another aspect of the realities. I want to thank you again for feeling comfortable enough to share this with me, and the other people who have been touched by the addiction.

Thank you, also, for your concerns about my uncle. The first Christmas without him is very hard...have a glorious New Years.

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And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.
:iconbengalboy17:
you aswell

:hug:

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"Imagination is intelligence having fun"

Just because I am a furry, doesn't mean I am into yiff, bestiality or homosexuality. Stupid STEREOTYPES!!!!

=Nighthyena WOW! amazing anthro. Draws like a pro and only 14 years old
:iconmegalizardfan:
I know this is over a year late, but i chose to comment now, and i want you to know, i really feel sorry about what happened to your uncle...i really wish he had gotten help :(
:iconmistress-phoenix:
Thank you...I wish he would have too.

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Do not let a moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean. Do not settle for letting these waves settle and for the dust to collect in your veins...

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