I am very happy that I got off the booze merry-go-round in plenty of time for the Pride weekend here. It was good to hang around clean and sober friends in the “Free Zone” Sunday where there were no drugs or alcohol and, even better, meetings in a tent throughout the day and evening.
Today I am pretty tired. I cheered on the “Dyke March” on Saturday afternoon, and then went to a meeting. Yesterday I began the day in church, where we had an emotional good-bye for Karen and Hal (they are retiring), after which I marched in the Pride Parade. (Thanks for the picture Anita!!!) Then I made my way to the Free Zone where I volunteered for a few hours and attended a couple of the tent meetings.
I saw some old friends, who I helped get caught up on what’s been going on in my life, and felt genuinely supported. Craig’s death is still difficult to talk about but it has been helpful to widen the circle and tell people about the painful spring that it was for our family.
I did a lot of walking yesterday so, coupled with all the emotion of the day, I am pretty tired today!
Tired but grateful…