My daughter is the child of an alcoholic and drug addict. Her father was wrapped up so much in the pain of his childhood abuse that he couldn't see the forest for the trees. Once he the alcohol and drugs truly grabbed hold of him, it was over. That was fifteen years ago. He sees her very sparingly since they live across the country from each other. The thing is, with the disease, it is one day at a time. There is no planning, no building, no development, he is trapped in it, in a daily cycle that went on and on. The love is there, he thinks about her minute by minute. The regret and pain over his mistakes, they dominate his emotions. Nine months ago, he checked into the hospital and almost died. He hasn't had a drink since. Slowly, and with a ton of work through various programs, he is staying sober, and acquiring the tools to live his life sober, one day at a time. He is learning from those who came before him how to repair the damage his disease has done, not only to his daughter, but to all around him. My daughter is a beautiful and loving young woman. Nothing can replace the last fifteen years, but day by day, the rest of our lives are being made.