A good night

There was a meteor shower tonight. It was the coolest. I was darting in and out after sunset looking for the 1st one. I saw it! I made a quick wish for myself and announced it has begun! Shooting stars in every direction. Some low. Some high. Some short runs and some with long tails. We would see one roughly every minute/minute and a half.

I said we. My son and I. We sat outside and talked and looked for shooting stars for roughly an hour. We talked about my recovery for the 1st time.

We talked because when he got home from work, I invited him to join me to watch the meteor shower. An invitation with which he RSVP’d right away. Ultimately leading to our date, father and son, looking at shooting stars and talking.

This may read a bit cliche or preachy maybe but here is the deal: I am in recovery. I have issues. I am doing my best to deal with my new life. Me telling my son about my recovery is a big deal for me. He and I have now opened up a channel of a new type communication and information exchange. In the recovery handbook, I believe it is in chapter 31 somewhere, this particular instance should be recognized as, I believe it is boldly printed as “AN EXTREMELY BIG DEAL!!”

I said in the title that it was a good night. No. I need to go back and revise that. It was an amazing night.

Take care my friend. I will write again soon.

P.S. It is quarter to one in the morning as I am writing this and it occured to me, these things would have NEVER had happened pre recovery… Oh, the shooting stars would have happened, but sadly, the rest? Nope. No invitation. No date. No talk. And certainly no lasting memory of putting our mobile phones down for one hour and just gazing up at the stars. Just because we could.