Storytime

I see now. There is a reason. It is not random. As I sit reading my small AA books I recall what got me here. First there was EA, my introduction to the 12 step program. I think Dick was there from the beginning. He would always say his full name. He didn't shy away from his last name. I never asked him about it, but I'm guessing it goes along with his rebellious nature. That was his name. Why apologize for it? Put it out there. Be proud. It didn't make him any worse of a 12 stepper. I remember hearing him on the phone with other people. Now I understand what was going on. Service. The 12th step. I wonder if he saw me in any different light. Was I a friend, a sponsee, a grandson, a musician, a buddy? Where did I fit in to his world? Regardless, he was kind. Generous. Of spirit and otherwise. He was a one of a kind. I almost immediately latched on to him in the meeting rooms and outside. Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised he is gone. That is what life's toll takes on we addicts. I don't really expect to live to a ripe old age, Not the way I have lived. He was a cigar smoker, as well. Who knows what that does to you, even besides cancer.

I just looked up his obituary and saw where he was buried or whatever was done. I suppose I might go visit there. It's close by. I didn't even know it. I somehow thought it was up the road in the other direction. Further away. He's buried right near the 24 hour club.