Someone reminded me that today was the anniversary of Richard Manuel’s suicide by hanging, 34 years ago. An empty bottle and blow beside him. Found by his wife.
What many don’t remember is that he had gotten clean and sober years earlier and based on interviews was sober for a number of years into 85 or 86. Whatever the reason, he decided to pick back up and that run was his last. We never know if we will get another chance at sobriety if we pick back up. It seems so innocuous at the time, but as a friend says – everything makes sense on the way down.
Whenever I think about Richard Manuel, the Counting Crows song begins to play in my head --which then makes me remember the stupid Goat date story above. DOH.
I also like the Elvis Costello version. Dedicating it to the nights I turned the bottle down and everyday I am capable of turning it down. Just a good tune and great cover.
This song always helps me to not hold anger toward My brother in law who drinks and gives me constant since I’ve stopped (usually that’s after I switch to expecting them all to save themselves following a mental meltdown and a change of )… I’ve GOTTA just let brothers do what some brothers do…
Since its 11 March… Out of the things that have fallen out of my head — why does this stay? It has been at least a decade since I last heard it. I mean you all can still sing along too, whether you admit it or not. LOL
Life has been so hectic that I forgot about the date… Rather than handing out F*#@ yous to everything, maybe I need to keep a little grace and remember that when feels worse than it appears – try to ween a little love.
since I’ve stopped (usually that’s after I switch to expecting them all to save themselves following a mental meltdown and a change of 
)… 
I’ve GOTTA just let brothers do what some brothers do… 
