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Grapevine : September 2011
to speak, but the spirit inside him was communicating to us through the minister, who just happened to show up while we were there. We had communion, an experience none of us will ever forget. He knew we were there and was noticeably sad when we left. We were blessed with the presence of something greater in the room that day that makes me so grateful to be alive and present to witness it on my bor- rowed time. I was on a high unlike any- thing I'd ever experienced from al- cohol. It was like there was peace in the imminent death, created by our acceptance and nurtured by the power of the love we had for him. The Divine Spirit was in the center, and angels are a strong force there, guiding the departed along their journey after the sil- ver cord is severed, as they glide toward the light of painlessness and pure love. The minister was unaware of our affiliation with Frank, and kept saying that there was something about our collec- tive consciousness, an energy that spiraled outward, that I believe was the love for one facing his fi- nal hours on this physical plane. I was so grateful to have been present in such a time of spiri- tual transformation. Love your neighbor and lend a hand, were the words of the minister, and em- brace the spirit flowing from the living. Faith is the word that best describes our friend, and mine is so much stronger because of him. The poet Robert Frost wrote, "Spirit enters flesh, and for all it's worth, Charges into earth, in birth after birth, Ever fresh and fresh." I honor my debt to those who I hold dear by trying my best to pass along what was so freely giv- en to me. When I do, I remember that the material, illusory things which can seem so important in life, are nothing next to the privi- lege of being able to help someone with our program of recovery. Life is a gift. I miss our friend because he was funny and kind, and because he always seemed to make time for me. I miss his wise counsel, but mostly I miss being able to show him how the seeds he planted have sprouted and continue to grow, bearing much fruit. In my own way, I have tried to do the same. I see clearly now that we are children of a Divine Spirit in a vast network of something good ... in a world that could really use some good. Thank you, my friend, so much for helping me. My life is forever changed because of you. Your wis- dom and spirit are forever within me and, wherever you are, I hope the coffee is great. Linda B. Shelton, Conn. aagrapevine.org 23