A man called me today, a gentle man. He was an older man , sad. I could hear it in his voice.

He found my number at the bottom of the list- I facilitate a support group for families & friends dealing with a loved one struggling through addiction.

His daughter is an end stage alcoholic. This is what he called it, like end stage cancer. He fears death and this makes it manageable.

He is a Dr.  of  Psychiatry . He see a therapist, but its not enough. Nothing prepares you for this journey. You stand on the side lines, not able to change the outcome…watching, praying, crying, lying, loving and slowly day by day you yourself die a little with each passing day.

We chatted for about an hour.

I think our conversation changed me. I walk in his steps..but perhaps now I will walk alongside him.