I woke up at dark thirty and finally gave up trying to put myself back to sleep.
Today is the anni of my mother's transition. She was such a kind soul who was quietly worried about my drinking; unfortunately, for years. We would talk and I would tell her it was OK to go that we'd all be fine. We both knew I really meant me. Hospice told me she was worried about me. I feel badly about that. But that's in the past and today I will smile and give her a wink as I light a candle and honor her memory and know that she's smiling back because she sees that I'VE STILL GOT THE THRILL!!
I went by to visit my dad last night but he must have asked for a sleeping pill because I couldn't wake him up. So I sat there and watched him for a while. And thought about the twists and turns of our relationship. Did I mention the drinking buddy phase? At the time I thought we were sorting things and maybe killing a bottle of scotch was the only way we could. It certainly got a lot out on the table, but did you ever notice the correlation between the amount of AL consumed and the size of your ego? Yes, DG, I feel fortunate to be able to experience this. Clearly, one of my challenges in this life is in my caregiving skills. I thought I'd outsmarted the universe by not having children. Ha! Gia, that is why I think people are in your life and do what they do - to facilitate your spiritual challanges by presenting the situations for you to navigate, while at the same time, creating and navigating their own.
One thing is for sure... I'm glad alcohol is out of my life so I can navigate this stuff better.
I'm being treated to dinner tonight for an early birthday pressie!
Have a terrific tuesday!
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