Unsettling Times
We were sitting at the Summit Club, waiting for Bill's meeting. He was drinking coffee, as usual. The question - "Where have we lived since we've been together?" Answered. I thought it was a rather strange question since he's not been aware of his surroundings much since his strokes. "How long have we been coming here to meetings?" Answered. "Where did we go before we started coming here?" Answered. "Why did we start coming here?" Answered.
We went into his meeting. The topic was a good one - whether alcoholic or not, the 2nd step in a 12 step recovery program is, "Came to believe a Power greater than myself could restore me to sanity." Lots of good discussion by recovering alcoholics. My take - we were born with a "God" shaped hole in our hearts, I'd heard someone say. We try to fill that hole with "things", alcohol, drugs, food, people until we finally come to a place where we can believe a Power (whom I choose to call God) can fill up that hole like none of the other "things" can.
We left the meeting. "How have you put up with me?" Answered. My question this time - "What is bringing about these questions? "I don't know, I feel like I've been away for a very long time and I'm trying to understand what's gone on" was Bill's response. The evening went on like that. Bill asking how we got to the apartment we now live in. This was a particularly intersting question. We had moved to a two bedroom apartment three weeks before his second stroke. While he was in the hospital I had moved from that apartment to this one due to accessability issues with the other. He had wondered how we got to this one without ever seeing it. That was true for him.
For hours we talked. He was/is trying to make sense of all that's happened. For the first time he remembered he had his first stroke on a Monday evening. We were at an AA meeting when he became ill. We thought it was his sugar - went to the wrong hospital and the nightmare began. It took me a little time to interpret what he was saying, since he said we were "in church". We were. The meeting was at a Presbyterian Church on a Monday evening. He described how he had felt - as though it was almost an out of body experience. His memory of the events following the initial onslaught are gone.
We talked about his three "near-death" experiences - coma in 2002, stroke 10/04 and next stroke 3/05. "I really shouldn't be here, you know." I responded, "Yes, dear, you should be. God isn't ready to take you home yet." "Hmm, I guess you're right" he said.
I asked him what he made of all this - "I don't know, but I think there is going to be alot more of it. I think God is going to reveal alot more to me."
I have had a habit of reading my horoscope every morning for years. Just out of curiosity. I know my God is in control of my life, it's just been fun to see what "the starts" see. I opened my e-mail this morning. The first sentence in my horoscope: "Something - or someone you care about is in jeopardy right now." It's time to put those I love into God's hands - once again. And it's time for me to take Step Two once more.
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