Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Back to Life... Back to Reality
Last night I saw my son for the first time in seven months! It was so heart warming to see his little nuclear family all together on my sofa. Daddy, Momma, Baby, and doggy. Nana taking pictures. And an Auntie coming by. I couldn't even cook I am still so depleted from the race, so we ordered his favorite pizza. I will cook on Sunday. He requested an apple pie... the rest is up to me. How wonderful.
I got to go to my regular morning meeting yesterday. There was a new guy there who hadn't raised his hand. I think we all knew anyway. It was a 12 and 12 study and we read the first step, which I thought was fortuitous. At the end of the meeting he introduced himself. He is a soldier who was injured in Iraq and it went downhill from there. Bless his heart. You can imagine he will remain close to mine.
Can I just tell you how very grateful I am to be back home? My pretty little house. My family. My meetings. My friends. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I spent my first 24 years in the midwest. I feel that I am a native of the arid, sunshiny west. Maybe it is because I got sober here... this is my real birthplace.
I remember realizing that at 5 years of sobriety. A boy and I left an AA dance and drove up a mountain where we could look out on the city of Denver below. I cried when I realized that Denver was truly my home. I had never felt that way about any place before. But I moved here and got sober 17 days later. I learned the streets by going to AA meetings. I knew more people in Denver than I ever had in any other place I had lived - because of AA meetings. And despite many difficulties and hardships, my life here has been better than any other place - because I have been sober here.
God has been so very good to me.
Hey, let's stay sober again today, OK?