My Recovery Network has recently dealt with the death of a dear friend. He graduated from the program the only way one can, by passing on into the next stage of existence clean and sober.The unfortunate truth of a life of sobriety is that you will hear of, know and love many people, friends and loved ones who pass away. More than those who are not in the program. This is just the nature of this disease. Some will die from natural causes, some will die from other diseases like cancer, but many of them will lose the battle to Drugs and Alcohol.The fortunate part about Recovery and working a good program is that we develop a huge network of close, real friends that we can lean on. We can help each other through the grief. In active addiction it would have been an excuse to drink and use more. In Recovery it is a teachable moment that shows us in times of trial and heart ache we need to use the tools we have been taught. We must work our program. We must do these things so that we may be of help to other suffering addicts and alcoholics.The hardest part for me when faced with death is the finality of the fact that I know I will never see or talk to that person again. I know they are in a better place. I have personal grief, but more importantly I grieve for the families.
I am waiting for my nieces and great nephew to arrive. With coffee – a rare event for me. Both thongs are rare events. It is cold and windy and my eye and neck hurt but I did sleep well and I have the gas heater on.
I do not know how to photograph “COLD”. Not on a sunny day with blue skies. Maybe people’s clothes are about the only give away.
I live in a seriously dumb arse time – so it seems to me. Unnecessarily complex. Mixes me up good and proper as it always has.
A little later.
Out to the end of the Footbridge. With the Girls and Lou. I want my son and his girl. As for the rest it is OK today.
Going out to see Fireworks in Bellingen now. More subtly it is Family Healing from the griefs and sorrows we have known the last few years.
“After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go rou…
The Concrete Footpath to Nowhere has failed. Good going. One month. So now they will come next week and dig up the entire street including my front yard and try again.
I had a poor night’s sleeping and didn’t wake until 11 am. Then back to bed for the afternoon. Sore eye and neck and knee.
Nonetheless – quite happy. Booked Community Transport for 14 July eye specialist. Facetime with Eden now and for dinner I had an excellent soup made by Kaybee.
My niece and her girlfriend and their son are in town and I shall see them tomorrow. If it ain’t too cold.
Did I tell you that I had a sister but she died in 2011. I miss her.