Ok, here's a different perspective.
My father was an alcoholic. He eventually recovered in my twenties but then died a few years later before I was ready to reconcile our relationship (he made many attempts to reach out to me after he sobered up).
He nearly died several times in accidents while he was drunk, including one time before I understood what drunk really was. To me, it was normal by then. I'm not sure, and I'm never going to ask my family as everyone seems to have him on a pedestal, but I believe that one was a suicide attempt.
Had he died when I was a child, everything would have been different.
Maybe not better, but I wouldn't have grown up hating him, and then spent the last twenty years hating myself for not reaching out when I had the chance. At his funeral, everyone was mourning the man they knew. I was the only person who knew the drunkard father. His sister had a go at me in front of everyone about what a selfish person I was for ignoring him. No one, not even my own mother defended me in public.
If he did attempt suicide, from my own selfish perspective, I wish he had succeeded. Or when he crashed the car whilst driving drunk on the way to pick me up from school. Or the numerous times he drove drunk with me in the car.
He died eventually, alone.
Maybe things would have been better if he'd died 10 years earlier.
Just a what if.
Not all parents are perfect.
Some are as screwed up as us in their own way. (Thanks to his parents. Not his fault. I don't know their stories.)