I went to his funeral in a large local church. The sanctuary was full to overflowing. His son gave the eulogy and spoke of his two fathers, one a heavy drinking father he grew up with and hated and the other who was sober for the last 17 years of his life and grew to love. Listening to him I couldnt help but get the feeling that he felt he had been cheated out of so many years of a relationship he had wished for but had been denied him. That made a huge impression on me about what I had cheated my own family out of because of heavy drinking. I thought about how long 17 years of total sobriety was and how difficult that could possibly be.
Next Saturday, June 29, 2019 will mark my 17th year of being alcohol free. Thank you, Jim.
No words. Happy birthday next Saturday.
“Keep coming back.” bumper sticker on a car I saw the other day.