Ichel the First: Alcoholism: the Disease Is Shrouded in Mystery as My Love and I Walk the Journey of Its Heartbreaking Consequences

In memory of my son Jason. Journey with my son a spirit (Ichel the Third) and me as he shares the mysteries of love and death. Join us as the magical eyes drip tears of love. If you linger still you will see the beauty of his heart dripping the mystery of loyalty. If you linger still you will see the beauty of his soul dripping the mystery of devotion. If you linger still you will see the beauty of his spirit dripping the mystery of compassion. If you linger still you will weep as we weep. In emotions of sorrow as you drip tender tears of sadness hurt and pain it stirs my heart and soul and as I touch you softly as you weep I long to take away the sadness the hurt the pain and indeed I do in magic my love indeed I do. You touch my heart and soul my sweetheart indeed you do. In our journey my son will die again as he ask me to free him from his heartbreaking chains. How will I respond to the child as he beseeches a heartbreaking and grueling request? As well my son and I journey my first life where I am an alcoholic deeply in love with another alcoholic. In non fiction life I am an alcoholic in recovery so we share many feelings and emotions of my illness. In Ichels darkest hour I wept for my love; alcohol had heartbreakingly destroyed my love. My love Ichel and I are destroyed by alcohol a fatal illness if not brought to standstill however; our love ceases never not to be... The thesis of my stories is dedicated to my love Ichel. I worshiped my love; I adored my love. At first Ichel did not know that I loved him so much. I would see Ichel at different functions although we are not yet in a relationship. I called Ichel my hush hush love. To you Ichel this mysterious creature that I am enchanted to love as beautiful and magical as the mystifying emotions of a dripping star. The angel of love Achicaya will join as well. The angel is exquisitely and exhilarating beautiful with electrifying wings exuding the most divine love. My stories are fictional non fictional and spiritual indeed.