I have not been drinking and feel good about my sobriety. However today, near the 14 year anniversary of my brother's death, grief has stolen up on me and I'm rather desperate for a drink. I won't have one, I'm sure of it, but that's hardly any solace. I just miss the poor bastard. And he didn't know what he was doing when he exited this world by his own hand. I don't think he would have gone through with it, had he known the trail of tears that has followed. So I am just going to sit here and let this storm surge of grief wash over me until it's past. And not drink. And maybe write a memoriam. And then try and go back to work on my house because finishing it will bring a world of peace to me that I have not known in some time. On that note, I wish each one of you another 24 hrs of peace and sobriety. You're darlings for reading, even if you don't post.