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When I first came into this program, there was someone who I talked to, who had the same sponsor as I did. He was really one of my first contacts in the recovery network. As time went on, he quit coming. There was no answer on his cell phone. Time passed, I would think of him as I trudged forward on the road to happy destiny. What happened to him?
Tonight, he reappeared. He made it back in, and he is married and has a baby. I cannot even begin to express the genuine relief and joy I felt when I saw him. If I was a woman, I would have wept right there. Instead we joked and tussled about in a more masculine fashion.
Now that I am alone, I weep. He carries my stepson’s name. He has a similar appearance. And I buried my son last year because of this damned disease. Sometimes I regret that I did not discover this way of life sooner. I am so sorry that the best I had to offer him was religious fear.
But I guess, in a way, he is with me as I join with others in our recovery meetings. The significance of his life and death are apart of what it took to get me where I am today.
I still love and miss him.
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