A Fond Remembrance of Roy K.
What’s Going On in SA
Dear Fellow SA Members: This quarter I would like to share my deep gratitude for Roy K.’s impact on my life, as I have expressed in my following letter to him.
January 2010 International Convention
The Middle Tennessee Fellowships will once again host the winter International Conventions. Our theme describes the result of following the journey of Twelve Step Recovery: when we thoroughly follow this path, we will have a spiritual awakening and enter into the “Fellowship of the Spirit.”
Group News From Reno, Nevada
The Reno, Nevada group has two meetings a week and four regular members. We have a website and are working on other ways to pass the message about our meetings, in a manner that is attractive and not promotive.
Stand Fast!
Following are the last three paragraphs from Roy’s final letter to the fellowship. I love this fellowship—with the whole history of its problems and adversity. God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.
We’ll Miss You, Roy
Writing from your heart the vision splendid, Endowing SAs hence to know God’s power, Let love for fellow members be unended, Let the healing Twelve flourish and flower.
Memories
I remember being at an SA retreat in Oregon in 1995, when an old-timer named Harry gave Roy a hug during a speaker meeting, forgiving him for something. I was quite moved.
My First Conference
In September 2007, I attended my first regional conference in Irvine, CA. This was my first conference and the first time I had driven alone early on a Saturday morning (for 1 ½ hours) for my recovery. I was 29 years old and two years sober.
Reflections on Roy’s Death
I lost my father a year ago. I know that he was liberated from the old body that tormented him. However, I never knew for sure that he looked upon his death as a spiritual passage to a higher level of consciousness.
A Life-Changing Program
I first met Roy at a meeting at a regional convention in Irvine, CA in 2006. As the meeting was about to begin, I heard someone whisper, “Hey, there’s Roy K.!” The room was crammed with maybe 50 people, and I spent the rest of the meeting trying to guess which one he was.
Elevators
I was riding the elevator at the convention in Philly a few years ago. I think it might be the last Roy attended. The elevator door opened, Roy stepped in, and he asked if this was the way to the newcomers meeting.
