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The Floes of February

In the chaos of grief and tragedy, he found himself with a bottle in his hand

On Christmas of 2007, I was sitting and watching as everyone took their turn opening a present. It was a gorgeous day with the sun shining and my dogs were basking outside. I was able to take it all in, listening to the laughter and joy that permeated the room. I was 25 years sober at the time and thought, "It doesn't get any better than this."

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