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My Brother's Keeper
He came to realize that he was powerless over both his own alcoholism and that of his brother
He collapsed in the parking lot of a shopping mall that spring. “I’m not ready to die,” he moaned, as the emergency response team prepared to transport him to a hospital. He died later that day. My brother was only 56 and the cause of death was heart failure.
Two years earlier, he had called me to say he was back in New York City. He arrived broke, with a teenage daughter and son, and a wife with a major disability. I hadn’t heard from him in roughly 12 years. He missed many things in those years including our mother’s funeral.
New York, New York
One Beautiful Spring Evening
A long drinking career came to an end one night in her driveway
All By Myself
She learned in AA that drinking in the shower wasn’t social drinking
Living in Abundance
As a sober woman she was able to forgive all the people she resented. And herself
The Answer Wasn’t Alcohol
When she came to accept that maybe she was an alcoholic after all, the answers were easier to find