Perhaps it is a bit of the luck of the Irish in me that I am another year sober, which actually does not make sence because legend says that us people with some Irish blood in ’em can not handle their alcohol very well. Nonetheless, August 2nd is my sober anniversary. 24 years since my last drink. For now I will just say, I am so grateful to have this year behind me and another new year ahead of me. When ever I make it through another year sober, I always think of my brother who was born on St. Patrick’s Day and disappeared in 1987, the same year I got sober. This one’s for you Ryan. I honor you in my sobriety. Yes, alcoholism most certainly is a family disease. Some family members keep on drinking. Some family members die. Some family members get sober and stay sober. But if you ask me, the most heart breaking of all, is when a family member literally disappears. I love you Ryan. You have taught me many life lessons.