Morning everyone!
Something interesting and awesome happened to me this AM. I went to my morning meeting, the topic of which was spirituality, and I left feeling overwhelmed with gratitude.
I live in the apartment building that my mom grew up in before her father died of cirrhosis of the liver. Every day on my way home I pass the church where my grandfathers funeral service was held back in 1968. Today, looking over at it, this feeling passed over me like a wave and I broke down and cried in the middle of the block.
There I was, sober and in recovery and changing my life and I felt this contrast between, yet connection to my grandfather and in that moment, I grieved him. But it wasn't a sad cry, it was a cathartic, grateful cry. That is the best way I can explain it. I cried all the way home and fell on my bed and cried some more! I'm just so grateful to be sober this morning and wanted to share my experience with you all.
