I was reading with my sponsor last night out of a book, “Letting Go Of The Person You Used To Be” by Lama Surya Das. We were reading about loss and the author was listing off a peel of losses, one after another as if they were days on the calendar. But the loss that cut the most was the loss of his dad. He talked about his relationship with his dad, how close they were and how 6 years later the loss has cut across time and is just as acute now as the day he originally died. I started reading out loud during this page and I couldn’t do it. My voice started breaking and I could feel the tears flowing down my face. Now my dad passed 13 years ago but there are moments when the loss is so fresh in my mind. I kept reading despite my choppiness and got through my part. My sponsor asked me if that was a rough spot and I nodded in agreement. But it really got to me how fresh the wound was. I texted him later saying, “It’s a hell of a thing to have your dad die in your ar