Without Help It Is Too Much for Us

I have that memorized, because I’ve listened to it and read it thousands of times.

 

My uncle died.  I’ve known he had a drinking problem since I was a child and he was a teenager.  He was at the scene of my last drunk.  My last witness.

 

I’ve known for years that I should talk to him, tell him that I’m in AA and how wonderful it is.  When I did finally call I think he was already dead.  Alone in his house, the house where I had my last drunk, while the answering machine recorded my voice telling him to call me when he gets a chance.  Too little too late.