Generation upon generation upon generation of perfectly wonderful people almost (or in some cases totally) destroyed by alcoholism.... oh, there is heartbreak.
And then there is hope. Today there is hope.
Today that sweet little baby, who is going to be ten, has a sober mama. Her mother is sober for fourteen months. Some day I hope she (and everyone else) will come to trust this woman's sobriety - and the scars of the pain she has inflicted will heal. It will take time. Her grandmother (that would be me) is sober for two and a half times longer than she has even been alive and she has no clue that is even an issue - thank God.
I recall that a bunch of old people in AA used to say that "Time takes time." Well, yeah. And if you don't drink, you won't get drunk. Etc. They used to say brilliant things like that.
Here's what I am most grateful for today -- Time takes time, it is true. I am grateful that I got to live long enough to see some of these things change.
By the Grace of God. By the Grace of God.