Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Sober daughter laughed out loud yesterday at a funny story about when I was a girl. Good, good sign. Today is her appointment with the retina specialist and we will face all that this afternoon.
Today is my fathers birthday and tomorrow is sober daughters'. He must have called me ten times on this day 30 years ago to see if I was in labor yet. He had hoped she would be born on his birthday.
My fathers death in 1991 was the catalyst to my getting sober. The heartbreak of not being able to make my amends to him almost drove me back out. It took years of sober living and maturity to be able to accept the sequence of events as the reality of the situation or "to accept the things I can not change."
I would like a weekend retreat with all my favorite bloggers. No phones or electronic devices just lots of coffee, huge comfy couches, a circle around a fire where we could speak openly without the ever present monitoring of the web-balls......LOL....that's short for the worlds eyeballs on our blogs. Who wants to sit with me in the early morning hours and make fun of Mary Christine and Lou trying to get us to exercise???
(said with love)