Eat Your Dinner − 28 April, 2006
I sat down for dinner, my heart was racing, and I knew that this was actually going to be a rather easy amends to make, but it was so incredibly important to me that I was shaky.
Grandad, I want to tell you that I feel very badly about not being around, and everything that my drinking caused you...
I listed out a couple things, and was sincere...
"You know I was busy as hell as a kid your age, and I didn't make it home nearly as often as I wanted to either, so don't worry about it. As for the drinking? Hell I didn't know you had a problem. Now eat your dinner!"
The man has always been that way. Kind as can be.
I had no idea what he went through when he was my age. Though not an alcoholic himself, he saw it first hand terribly. Yet he was able to accept and love me as that, and later as recovered. That's love.
Grandad, I want to tell you that I feel very badly about not being around, and everything that my drinking caused you...
I listed out a couple things, and was sincere...
"You know I was busy as hell as a kid your age, and I didn't make it home nearly as often as I wanted to either, so don't worry about it. As for the drinking? Hell I didn't know you had a problem. Now eat your dinner!"
The man has always been that way. Kind as can be.
I had no idea what he went through when he was my age. Though not an alcoholic himself, he saw it first hand terribly. Yet he was able to accept and love me as that, and later as recovered. That's love.
