When The Sky Caves In

Staying sober when the worst happens

It was early January when I got the call that something terrible had happened, something unimaginable. My younger sister had been murdered.

What? How? Why? I cried. With the family 150 miles away, I paced back and forth in my house, the words of my children and girlfriend a blur. Numb from head to toe, trying to decide what my next move was, I chose to go to a meeting. My AA friends knew from the sight of me that something was wrong. I shared what I had heard and how I was feeling. The pain hadn't even begun to settle in. Back home, I found that I had many calls to make... Login to read more
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