He was a loving father of 5 children, 2 boys and 3 girls. He was a grandfather of 6 and was absolutely head over heels for his grandbabies. He was also a son, a brother, "uncle Jeffy", and a friend. My Dad was the most selfless, giving man when he was sober. He didn't have much in life but he was content with what he had, and he would give it all to anyone in need. I don't think in my 22 years of life, I ever heard my Dad talk down about someone or say any mean words about anyone. He was amazingly talented in many aspects including drawing, poems, and crafting. He loved to keep busy, if he didn't have something to build or fix he wasn't happy. My Dad was also an avid outdoors man and took pride in his hunting and fishing abilities.
My father had his first drink of alcohol at 12 years old. Throughout his life, he was able to get sober for a month here, a year there, but ultimately his addiction pulled him back in. While in his addiction he lied, cheated, and stole. He was homeless more often than not, and many times out of his own choice. The man with the bottle was a night and day difference from my father when he was sober. My father preferred alcohol and would drink anything that could get him drink. Mouthwash, hand sanitizer, you name it, he tried it. He also struggled with drug addiction throughout the years.
Being outdoors or with his children and grandchildren. Get his family together, prop him up near a lake, and put on some old Garth Brooks and he was in heaven.
Everythong. Mostly his hugs and his humor.