FCYPAA in the 239.

So I hadn't written for a while. I don't even know where to start to catch up. But I went to FCYPAA and our bid won FCYPAA. So I thought it might be interesting (if I can commit to keeping up with it) to chronicle the road to FCYPAA. We have a little over a year to plan this conference starting with elections tomorrow. I'm so excited to get started and be a part of this. I know this experiance will stay with me for the rest of my life. Yes, I wanted nothing more than the leave this town behind, but now I can't imagine not seeing this thing through. I have fallen in love with YPAA's all over the state. I feel like we share this amazing bond of being young and sober and rocking it. So...tomorrow is elections. My preparation along with my baked smores is to pray for God's will for me. I think I want to be the Outreach Chair, but I'm excited to see what God's plan really is. And I really hope I keep this blog up. I'm also starting Yoga Teacher Training in a few weeks. So much great stuff is going on!

Am I grateful enough? I think not.

“Am I grateful enough? I think not.” Those words will forever echo in my sober soul. The man who spoke them was a wonderful man named David F. He died on Saturday after his motorcycle was hit by a van. We got the news as we were celebrating a friend’s birthday at a local pizza joint. (“We” is a group of 20 sober friends of all ages). We were shocked. We were stunned. We knew we would cry.

I was nervous to chair a meeting for my homegroup about a year ago and David F sat in the front row and told me I’d be great. Later on, I mentioned I was coming up on two years so he told me if I came to his homegroup on my anniversary, they’d buy me a chip. And they did. I’ll treasure that chip. He always asked about how my daughter was and how my plans to move to California were going. (She’s good, they’re not moving as quickly as I want, but God has a plan.) I loved most of all the perfection of his handlebar mustache. No one could rock one like Dave.

This weekend I’m going to go to his memorial. He touched my life and I’ll miss seeing him.

It made me realize how precious life is. How quickly someone can be gone.

The end.