A Day In the Life

As sung by the Beatles

I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today oh, boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I love to turn you on.

Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
Ah

I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on



I'm not sure whether this song in appropriate but it is the one that popped into my head just now as I thought about Lois.

Lois is dead. Her neice found her body on Monday. She had been murdered. My sponsor called to tell me about it Monday night. I've talked with others in the
Al-Anon community. Unlike everyone else, I wasn't surprised. I had half expected Lois to wind up dead at some point.

It isn't right to speak ill of the dead. Lois lived an unusual life. I guess I could say that those of us in recovery have all lived an unusual life. She just seemed to pursue people who were, as the police in Maury County have put it, "of questionable character."

My experience of being around her was that she was a very unhappy woman. She had very little love for herself and did not appreciate her own company. She burned a lot of bridges, as I suppose I have, in trying to change people or control them. Her sickness affected me greatly in my home group and I had to walk away from it. Hearing that she is dead does not change how I feel about that recovery community. To me it is a testament of just how sick we were and some still are.

I'm not sure how I feel about Lois' death. I wish that I could say that I am grieved over it but I'm not. I hope that she is in a better place.