I explained in my first post how my mother died from cancer, and my father passed away from alcohol poisoning not long after. I want to tell you more about our family so that you have a clearer picture of what we were like in happier times, instead of just the dark ending of my parents’ lives.

I would say I had a very happy childhood. I was an only child, and my mom always said I was a miracle. She had some reproductive issues that made it hard for her to conceive, and the doctors said she probably would never be able to have a baby. But she wanted a family so much that she and my dad kept trying until finally, they had me! Mom always said, “Josh, you were my little miracle baby! On the day I went for your first ultrasound I saw a double rainbow, and I knew you were going to be just fine.”

I knew my father had struggled with alcoholism before I was born. This was partly due to the hard times my parents went through trying to conceive. They both wanted a child so much that it was painful every month they failed to get pregnant. My dad used to drink heavily, and he told me that he hit rock bottom when he crashed a car while driving drunk. He went to rehab and regularly attended Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and hadn’t relapsed since I was born. Until my mother died, I had never seen the alcoholic side of my father, but I had known that it was something he had struggled with before.

I was an only child, but I never felt lonely. My parents both doted on me, and I had plenty of close friends. I never felt like I was missing out on something by not having siblings until both my parents died. It’s not easy being an only child and an orphan. Now I long for a sibling, for another person in the world who shares the blood of both my parents, someone who had to go through cancer and the alcoholism with them as I did.

Keep reading to find out more about my parents and what happened to them.