So, here is the deal. Darn near 5 years ago I was totally walking around a tortured and more than a lost soul. My family was completely done with me. My children were devistated by my addiction and the disappearance that accompanied it and wrote me off as if I had never existed. My granddaughters only knew that gramma had overdosed and died in front of them. Although through their prayers, Gods grace brought me back.They still feared what may come next .As little ones do (not that older ones don't) they needed assurance on a daily basis that gramma was alive. But I disappeared again.

Today, I am at the home of some friends of my daughters (in recovery as well) preparing for a surprise birthday party for my eldest granddaughter who is now 16 years old. And the son that vowed to never know me again and told others I was dead, drove her to the party and stayed with all of us and opened himself up to the recovery fellowship.

There is no way, in any stretch of my imagination, ever, that I would have thought  the day I am experiencing today was possible.

I thank my God, and am so very very grateful to Narcotics Anonymous and the fellowship, the steps, my sponsor, and every face and voice I have seen and heard since my surrender July 13th 2003....Each day is indeed a new beginning and the promises are here. The hope I thought was never to be felt again is more than alive and well. Thankyou.

I thank you. My kids thank you and my granddaughters thank you.