One of the men who was in AA when my ex-husband began recovery died this morning. He was only 34 years old. He had relapsed a long time ago. Several of the AA members went to the funeral home to view the body and to pay their respects. I didn't go. I didn't know Jeff M. that well. It sure brought back memories about my ex to remember him though.

I spoke to my newest friend in recovery before the meeting. I'm so glad I get the opportunity to redeem myself with him. I think he's a special person. There was a newcomer for his group tonight. When she asked, "Is this where NA meets?" He told her it was and I said it's where all three groups meet. That's when Joe called us a family. He's right you know. It really doesn't matter which side of the disease you're on, we all suffer. Sometimes it's hard to see how everyone is affected when you are in the midst of the disease. Attending speaker meetings in the different groups or even hanging out with others who are serious about their recovery enlightens me.

In our Al-Anon meeting tonight our newest member spoke about finally having taken her mask off and how she has lost people and things because of that. We lose a lot when we begin to become who we are meant to be but we also gain as well. But any change, even good changes, have grief attached to them. I just think it's wonderful that we have a safe place to come to for talking about our problems.

I can truly say that life is getting better.