I’VE BEEN STARING AT the blank page on my laptop screen for almost half-an-hour, trying to begin what could be the most important Sunday homily of my life.
And my mind is completely blank.
I know what I want to do. I know what I need to say. But I have no idea where to begin, or even how to say it. I mean, I’ve never done anything like this before.
But then again, I’ve never needed to.
From Sonya’s multiple stents in rehab and failed attempts at AA—though the evidence shows that she was clean and sober in the last years of her life—I’m familiar with the Twelve Steps. Running through what I remember of them in my head, I realize that without knowing it that I’ve been through steps 1 through 8 and am now on step 9.
Making amends with the people I’ve hurt. I started with Helen. I made am
