A Father's Legacy
Through the 12 Steps, she was able to forgive her father at the end of his life
My dad was in AA when I was a kid growing up in suburban Detroit in the 60s. I remember seeing his Big Book on top of his dresser, and hundreds of copies of the Grapevine stacked on shelves in my parents' bedroom.
He meticulously kept each one. I remember answering the phone at dinnertime one night, and he quickly took the call when I said it was "Central Office."
I also remember pleading with him to stay home on Saturday nights as he put on a coat and tie and he said he was going out to a "meeting." Later he took me with him to Saturday night AA speaker meetings, Sunday...
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