Lots of stuff on the table today. A long, long day. Funeral in the morning for a young woman, who died from alcohol. And then a wake this evening for an old timer with 50 years in the program.
A great reminder in contrasts. The young woman was the same age I was, when I got sober. Made me think of what could have happened, had I not stopped drinking. But the old timer was a man, who helped me through a passage in my life. I have always been grateful for that and have never forgotten.
Earlier today and later I was thinking of the Prayer of St. Francis, which is in the 11th Step in the 12&12. An example Bill used to assist us in our meditations. Because myself and others were really practicing what it said in attending these affairs today. Not seeking to be understood, or consoled, or loved. Instead, trying to understand, and to console, and, in a very real sense, loving the bereaved.
Sometimes I go back to that passage and do what was suggested. Picking words and phrases on which to meditate. It helps.
Was exposed to a lot of sobriety today. Lot of good examples of that all around me. As tired as I was, I was grateful to be there and rub elbows with people with whom I defintely identify.
Anyway, I’m tired and, in spite of the circumstances, all in all it’s been a good day; another sober day.