24. My mother fell and broke her hip today. Had surgery to repair it. I am getting help for Dad and my brother is helping a lot. Very hard day for us. A couple of passing thoughts of a drink—weak and fleeting. I know I need to take care of myself and them too so I will not cave in. I am afraid. Things seem very unreal. I feel alone but am not alone. I need to rest. So glad I did not pick up. No matter how hard things get. It will not help. My brother is an alcoholic and was really snapping at me. I did not react. He is troubled.
Love to all
Red