My mother died. She died in her sleep at home in her own bed. There were no hospitals, operations or horrible drawn out illness. I am grateful for that. I am 49 next birthday and she was 85. Neither of us has been short changed. It is the circle of life. I went to her funeral stinking of Chanel No 5 not vodka. My brother fell to bits and I didnt.I was polite to everyone who was kind enough to come and remember her and behaved like a human being. Without the 12 steps and being sober it wouldnt have been like that at all- it doesnt bear thinking about. Never is the answer in a bottle, never was, never will be.I believe in God, and he comes to us through people as he has to me.
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