Sunday, April 08, 2012
Easter Morning at Mary Christine's
My son is in Ireland with his wife. I currently have no relatives in Afghanistan or Iraq - and that feels like a miracle.
I am sober. My last horrible binge was during Holy Week in 1983, and I was so sick I was unable make Easter dinner on Sunday. My children were so little they don't remember things like that - but I wonder if it left a psychic mark. It did on me anyway. (And if you wonder why I remember such "bummer" things on a beautiful, happy morning - it is necessary if I wish to stay gratefully sober.)
Praise God I no longer live like that!
Happy Easter everyone.