Well, it's all come and gone and all that awaits me now is that nice queen sized sleigh bed in the other room....sigh....
I'm especially grateful for the gifts of sobriety today. The grace and the program of AA has saved me and countless others from lives of desperation and hopelessness. My sponsor died yesterday of a heart attack. Her daughter said it was quick and that she didn't suffer. She was a sober woman til her last breath, and with your help, that can happen to me too. She lived and breathed the program of Alcoholics Anonymous and knew that Big Book better than anyone I have ever met. She was a delightful human being and I will miss her so much.
I am crying off and on, not because of anything but how much I will miss her. She is better off and had been talking about death alot recently. I suspect she knew it was coming. She was always afraid that Altzheimer's would get her first. So dying of a quick heart attack is a blessing. Godspeed, Marion.
IN her honor I will post the poem I read at my father's service when he died. It is called
"Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at mt grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.