Here for each other

My friend Frances was at the first meeting I attended, back in 1959 at St. Luke’s on Hudson Street in New York City. Frances was an imposing woman, nearly six feet tall in heels, dark haired and with a hearty laugh. I didn’t see her there at first because I was hunkered down in my own fear that I might not be welcome. I was only 26 and had suffered no tremendous losses like the ones I heard about that first night.