This is a wonderful post from Michelle Marie and it sparked a memory for me. When I was younger (early 20’s) I was struggling with alcoholism. I used to call my sister at all hours of the night and she always got out of bed for me. Her husband would flip out when I called her in the middle of the night so she would take the phone in to her bathroom and sit there on the cold floor, talking to me for hours.
I have been sober since I was twenty-three and along with God’s grace, my sister helped me to stay alive with those late night calls.
Her son died a few months ago and when I talk to her, I tell her to call me anytime, I will wake up for her.