Saturday's small world

So I'm dressed and leaving the townhouse to jump in the truck and head to the funeral when I see my neighbor dressed up so I make a comment---it is 9:30am ya know and shes got htis fancy black dress on. She tells me she is going to a funeral and a friend is picking her up. I ask if it is Natasha and she says yes, they were good friends and that was her red bug parked here on occasion when she came to visit.

The service was a celebration of Natasha's life. It was so tragic how very she must have been so beautiful, smart, caring and giving a person. This disease does not discriminate. Not bad people but sick people.

A whole row of AA women from Morgantown. No Alanons. How sad I was and stunned that no one from their home group was there. How grateful I felt how blessed that my sponsor cam across half the country to be by my side and some came from NY and gosh there must have been 2 rows of AlAnons there with me. Suited up and showed up. They took caseroles to my son and his wife's home and hundreds of cards from across the country arriving daily for quite some time. They carried me, that network of love. How sad it isn't here for the parents of this young woman.

One of the gifts brought to the altar was the Big Book. He mentioned her troubles with alcohol and how her sponsor and many tried to help her.

What a loss. I've been told by an oldtimer that no AA death goes unnoticed and that someone may be sober today because of that death and stay sober. I pray it be so today.