Santa Barbara Rescue Mission focuses on rebuilding lives. Here are just a few stories.
A poem written by Austin’s daughter
Kelly McIntosh 2002
I missed you today. That genuine miss, where you can truly feel your heart ache. And you would drop everything just to see someone for a moment. It isn’t just the miss of a title anymore. I think it was… I missed a dad. I missed you, Dad. Because in my innocent eyes and confused heart you did not leave because you had to, you left because you wanted to. The drink was more important. But that was then. We’re done with the broken promises, lonely holidays, unseen soccer games, and the loss of what I knew to be a family. I stopped getting my hopes up just to be let down as you floated in and out of recovery. Because my heart was not that strong. But now, I truly believe it does not have to be. I trust you. Five years of never touching a drink. Five years to rebuild your life. Five years to rebuild mine. And when I look back now, I only see the old, good times. Only a few grains of sorrow left in my heart to remind me to keep my feet on the ground. And now, there are those days, I think about how much I want to wake up in the morning and see your face. How the only place I think I may be truly happy, is laughing by your side. I’m so proud of you, Dad. I wish you could see yourself from my eyes. See how selfless, and amazing you are. Understand how many lives you inspire… when you are sober. And although the past had its heartbreaks and times when even breathing seemed hard, I know I would not be the same person I am without them. And if you had not recovered I may not have realized how much I love you. Thank you Daddy, for giving me that chance.