As I held her and marvelled at the miracle that is life itself, I reminded myself how lucky I was to be there to share the moment.
My brother died due to alcohol eight years ago when he was three years younger than I am now, and he never got to even see his own grandchildren, they were born after his death. To think I used to think outliving the age he got to would be some kind of achievement is not only pathetic, it’s a disgrace. This Christmas it will be four years since I had a drink and I will be relishing every second I get to spend with both my grandchildren.
If you are struggling to find an incentive to want to quit alcohol, think ahead to the precious moments you want to be able to capture when you are older.