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.