A LETTER FROM MY UNCLE
A beloved relative carries the AA message to a young alcoholic
WHEN I was growing up in Ohio my parents lived far away from their families back in Texas. So when my mother's sister and her husband, Aunt Iris and Uncle Richard, moved to Akron, we were so excited. Finally we had family to spend the holidays with! And that is what we did. We went there for Easter, they came to see us on Thanksgiving, and we made a lot of wonderful memories together. They really became so like the grandparents that I never had. Uncle Richard was always cracking jokes and laughing, and my aunt made wonderful homemade meals and desserts.