What A GREAT RIDE on a Saturday morning,
returning Monday, late afternoon. My scooter
and I get along SO good--No jealousies, no
"furiosities", no shouting, just--well?--LOVE!
Last weekend I rode to a city 3 hours north from Naples to visit my daughter, 'K. What a grand two days and nights we enjoyed, lots of laughing, some serious stuff, and a bit of crying. It became an opportunity for which we each had hoped. I called it NINTH STEP weekend.
Both of us got to re-live one final time many memories of our lives, and our relationship with each other, and with my former wife, her mother, who recently, gratefully...gracefully and mercifully died. It was a "Double-Amends" Saturday and Sunday. Our mutual forgivenesses included mainly SO many misunderstandings, unbeliefs.
'K spent her first eight years of life with a completely unpredictable, undependable drunken father (me). However, in review, we each realized that the MOST difficult times occurred later, in early sobriety--the first fifteen years.
At this moment--never too late--'K and I have reconciled our differences, said our sorrows. Years of self-centered, prideful hurt were washed away in tearful acceptance of each other just as we are. (Hugs and Kisses! Thank You, God!)
On this topic, two thoughts remain: Forever so grateful I am to Alcoholics Anonymous, which has gifted me with away of life, producing good health, plus (a touch of!) tolerance toward (most!) others; second, I am compelled to let others know what happens when I trust fully in God and His Power, to take care of things over which I have no control. "Let Go And Let God"!
And that bottom line is, was, and always will be.......LOVE.
I am sober today, friends!
I love you Peeps!
And...a feeling of peace is in the air as I write this 9PM Tuesday.