My ex father-in-law died this week. Death and dying is always the hardest during the holidays. He actually died two days after his birthday. I have heard that people often wait to die until particular moments have occurred. I had a sister-in-law die one year on Mother’s Day. Death can be cruel on one’s recovery. Slips can happen so easily. That’s when you pull out the lifeline called phone a friend. I really cannot do that. I find it very hard to reach out at times. Today was difficult. I had a medical assistant threaten to call security on me. I stood my ground and told her go ahead. I think she knew she had no power or authority over me. I took control over the situation I was in. I was in physical pain and had barely slept. I was grieving. Maybe I should have worn a black band on my arm. I strongly doubt that she would have understood. That’s life and that’s death. It’s the same with addiction and recovery. They are polar opposites. In order to live, we must bury our addiction(s). But how? We have to take the first step and admit that we have a problem. Slowly but surely our lives will become manageable. We recover from the loss of addiction. Life happens. Recovery happens through hard work and lots of meetings and support.