No Ice, No Water

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While I was growing up, every evening my siblings, parents and I would meet in the family room for cocktails. We kids would have soda. My mother probably had a glass of white wine and my dad often had whiskey. Cocktail hour was a time for us to come together and talk. Dinner was still being prepared and we didn’t rush through it, like one might at a meal; it was nice. There were times that I would miss these gatherings because of my swim team practice, but that was only for a brief period of my childhood.

My father drank his whiskey “neat”: no ice, no water; almost anyone who knew my dad was aware of this. He held his liquor well. If he had a few drinks too many, you couldn’t tell; the man was as smooth as his drink.

When my siblings and I grew up, and moved out of the house, my parents would come together at the end of their busy work days and continue the tradition of cocktail hour. One night during such an occasion, the pleasant evening my parents were having took a turn and my father ended his life. Just like that: no warning, no note. My mother was left trying to make sense of what made my dad snap. He ended his life in front of her eyes.

The fall that my father died, I had just started to run again. Running was my therapy; time for me to process what had happened. At the time, I didn’t run with music. One song kept playing through my mind; it was “Whiskey Lullaby”. The circumstances of the man in the song were very different than my father’s, but it was these four lines that stuck in my mind:

I ran with these words playing through my head. The run would eventually end with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

That fateful night he put the whiskey to his lips and pulled the trigger; he no longer had the strength to go on. Dad didn’t think, but only acted, leaving trauma in his wake. Unlike the woman in the song, my mother had the incredible strength to get up off her knees…

For me, the “her” in the song was my father’s life: he had suffered so much and he was tired.

Music sometimes resonates with you for a certain reason. “Whiskey Lullaby” filled me with sadness; it evoked an image I didn’t want to see. When my father died, I couldn’t listen to contemporary music of any kind. For a few years following my father’s death, the music from my youth were the songs I chose to listen to; these tunes filled me with the sound from a time when my family would sit around talking, sharing our day, while my dad drank his whiskey: “no ice, no water”.

Authors note: We are nearing the end of September, which is National Suicide Prevention Month. Suicide can happen any day of the year and any month; awareness should be always be present. Remember to support those around you. Know the the risk factors and warning signs of suicide (https://afsp.org/risk-factors-and-warning-signs). There is also a National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, the number is 9-8-8. Please ask for help, if you need it. Learn to recognize the warning signs that might lead to suicide. Unfortunately, my father didn’t ask for help and we hadn’t recognized the signs that told us he was in distress.