I'm alive and well and enjoying a tiny vacation in western Colorado. Visiting my sponsor and her husband.
We've had so many wonderful conversations - over coffee, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. An old friend who lives here now stopped by to visit yesterday. It reminded me of how much I miss him.
In the midst of this, another friend called to tell of the death of someone I've known since I got sober. He died, 37 years sober, of a sudden, fatal heart attack while golfing. Somehow, I can see him smiling at that. He had a horrible alcoholic history, and yet, by the grace of God, got to live the last 37 years as a sober man. I will miss him.
Heading home later today. I expect to have a few spectacular photos from the train ride. I cannot figure out how to post them from my iPhone- it is tricky enough just writing this!
Sober lifetimes shared with others - God has blessed us so abundantly.