CallingAllAddicts Blogger Forum
General Category => General Discussion => Topic started by: ljgrassi on April 13, 2019, 08:02:44 am
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Have you EVER lost anyone truly important/special to you? Was it someone that helped you to reach your recovery in a healthy and memorable way? Were you still in touch with the person? Post information about him or her here.
Since the person has passed, you may use the real first name if you wish. Please REFRAIN FROM USING LAST NAMES, to prevent the wrong person finding out before he or she might have been meant to. Of course, aliases or fake first names are okay to use as well. No specific details, please (address, phone numbers, etc.). Remember to avoid the use of language that could prove to be enabling and/or triggering to some people (for example, don't say things that will make people in recovery want to relapse and start using again. Don't mention drug names or discuss methods for using. Use your best judgement.) Everything will be moderated on here, since this is a precarious subject area.
Use this area as a place to write about and/or dedicate some web space to that special one, though. Was he or she a mentor to you? A sponsor? Just a great friend? Did you both get sober together? Please share with us. :)
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I have a couple of wonderful, beautiful, amazing mentors. I just lost one of them last week and it's been tough ever since. I want to share a poem I've written about him.
Our Paul
There was something
That could have been said;
That should have been said
Had it not in fact been
For how much we
admired you.
Your years of action
Rendered you with endless
Gentleness;
And like a piercing pigment,
Your voice was uniformly caring.
And when you spoke,
you made us all feel important,
regardless of who we were,
or what we did,
or why we felt that way.
I know every time that
You and I spoke
I was the only person
That mattered to you
in that moment.
The invidious ring of the telephone
Or that ever-so fateful knock
At the door
Were unwelcomed and banished
When meeting with Paul
With Paul-
You were his top-notch priority
And like a blank cassette
In the cursory, unbiased tape recorder,
He just took it all in,
Our fears, our goals, and triggers
Every single word
His meek presence
Was undoubtedly mismatched
With a heart of gold;
Of course, you couldn’t see it,
But just like the other half
Of a crescent moon,
It was always reliably there.
There was something
That should have been said;
That would have been said
Had it not been
For just how much
We loved you,
Our Paul.