Goodbye Dear Friend I am so Angry

I received word today that my longlife friend from first grade died.  I spoke with him recently and he was waiting for a liver transplant.  He also suffered from severe emphysema, carried around the oxygen tank. He drank two cases of Coors light beer every single day and drank the hard stuff on the weekends.  He served two terms in Viet Nam as a Marine.  He had a beautiful home. Two gorgeous boys.  He was financially secure and would help any poor slob out. He was the life of the party.  an Irishman that made everyone laugh.  His home was party central where all the drunks and mooches in the neighborhood drank beer and could find a place to stay with him. He had so much going for him.  Beautiful grandchildren, money and a wife that still did not remarry.  Everything.  But no, he drank and he drank. and thatt is all he could do. I AM ANGRY. He lived across the street from a little church that had AA meetings a couple of times a week.  He would make the usual jokes if I suggested to take a walk across and let's go to one. Tomorrow is the Mass and then the  dam"Beer Party" will commence at the local Knights of Colombus Hall .  I am angry. Why, why why dear Dennis, everybody loved you.  You had me, I was your  true friend you said that to me so many times and that you loved me.  You were like a brother to me.  I just wanted you to stay with us here.  I miss your calls to my office, teasing the girls, asking them to get you a job, and all your funny practical jokes.  I miss you so much dearest happy boy.  Pals since first grade.  Your dead at 57. It is not fair.  God is suppose to take care of babies and drunks.  Again with the God shit! DO NOT TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT THAT GOD DIETY CRAP. Not now, I will not go along to get along today. No NO Way! I hate alcoholism and what is has done to the ones I love. I am angry.  It will pass, but it is what I am feeling pure rage.