She was smart, she was a CPA, she had beautiful eyes, she was a dog mother, people trusted her advice for their finances, she baked, she created food dishes, she was a sister, a friend, a wife, a step mother, a client. She used to be a runner, like marathon type. She played the piano since age three and had a beautiful singing voice, I’m told. She was a mentor, she ran a business for more than 20 years and to her dying day would receive referrals. She was a good person who deserved so much good.
She couldn’t stop drinking. She thought she could beat alcoholism. They told her she would die if she drank again. Her liver was compromised. She switched the type of alcohol she drank. She lied. She said she was sober when she wasn’t. She swore she wouldn’t drink again. False chips and never made it to a year. Received a real 30 day chip. She was drunk on my birthday.
She died. Alcohol didn’t care how much she meant to people. Alcohol didn’t care how smart she was or talented. Alcohol wanted her dead and alcohol won.
I will miss her.