Golden Doors

Just got back from visiting my family in California... saw my dad for the first time since he left the hospital. He's moving very slowly, but he's walking with a walker and able to maintain a conversation just fine. He still has his sense of humor and remembers everything perfectly clearly, so I'm grateful for that. He said that when he was in the hospital, he remembered a room with golden doors and they were calling him from behind the doors, saying it was his turn. He refused to go in the room. He was curious to find out what was behind the doors, but at the same time he didn't want to know. I'm glad I was able to visit with my dad and hear about his fascinating near death experience. I told him I thought he was still here for a reason, and he agreed. He said he was thinking about going to AA meetings, which would be great because he's basically a dry drunk right now.

I retrieved more of my books of poems and journal entries from home, so I think my collection here in New York is now complete. I have more writings to share from my experiences growing up in an alcoholic home now and will be posting some in the coming weeks.