This Father’s Day, I remember my dad, who I lost to addiction. A loving father of three, an excellent chef, fisher, and lover of the beach, my dad was so much more than his disease. My father was a handsome, talented man with the world at his fingertips. But as he delved deeper and deeper into drug use, things changed, and both his physical and mental health began to deteriorate. My father’s addiction was unrelenting. He struggled with the disease my whole life.