PARENTS' ALCOHOLISM: Killing Our Own Kids! - Our Children

Tommi Lee Chris Karen

This site is dedicated to these loving hearts (and every other precious little human being out there) whose youth and life has been (or will be) so selfishly stolen from them by a treacherous and dangerous alcoholic. I'm Tommy, their dad, and I am that alcoholic. My oldest daughter, Tommi Lee: She's so very beautiful ....and so very hurting. I don't know how Chris will ever survive with what few tools he's had handed down -- from a father he's never had. He's already lost his wife and only daughter! My youngest daughter, Karen, left home so lost and ever so lonely! No, there not in the grave, yet. But they're just as dead inside. And I did it. I KILLED MY KIDS! If you're an angry person and you drink a lot ---- and have children, they're bleeding and they're dying. Please! Don't walk away from them in persuit of your own life. Please don't murder your children the way I have mine. Please, don't drink and drive. And, if you're an angry person, don't drink AT ALL!!! No one need die because of alcohol [or drugs] .... NOT EVEN YOU!

Their innocent, pleading little souls beg you.
Please! Get help . . . . NOW!!!

For we have not an high priest that cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.
Hebrews 4:15

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"they're bleeding and they're dying"

I went to a party, Mom.
I remember what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom.
So I drank soda instead.

I felt really proud inside, Mom
.... The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom
.... Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom.
I know you're always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom
.... As everyone drives out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom
.... I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, Mom
.... So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom.
But as I pulled onto the road,
The car didn't see me, Mom
.... And it hit me like a load.

As I lie here on the pavement, Mom
.... I hear the policeman say -
The other guy is drunk, Mom
.... Now I'm the one who'll pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.
I wish you'd get here soon.
How come this happened to me, Mom?
My life burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom.
Most of it is mine.
I hear the paramedic say, Mom
.... I'll be dead in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom
.... I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He didn't know where he was going, Mom.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, Mom
.... He drank, ...and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now, Mom;
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom.
I don't think it is fair.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
....while all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I get to heaven, Mom,
....write "Daddy's Little Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
....not to drink and drive.
If only they had taken the time, Mom
....I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom
.... because when I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom
.... Before I say good-bye.
I didn't ever drink, Mom,
.... So why am I to die?

This is the end, Mom.
I wish I could look you in the eye,
To say these final words, Mom,
...."I Love You and .... Good-Bye"

"Song Title"

But whoso shall offend one of these little ones
which believe in me, it were better for him
that a millstone were hanged about his neck,
and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
St.Matthew 18:6

I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves:
Be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

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