I just learned that the love of my life died. He would have been 96
and I had not been in contact with him since 1983. We met in l953 and the thunderbolt struck us with full force. We were drawn together so strongly that neither of us had the power to resist.
It was not a comfortable love. It was a passion that I will never regret and kept us in contact for over 30 years. It evolved into
a loving friendship and I always knew he was there for me if I needed him.
Memory is a wonderful thing. I will always see him, just as he was when he was thirty. Blonde, blue eyed and handsome.
Now that I have outlived so many of my friends, I rely on memory to summon them up. June, Celeste, Ruth, and Avis were the women that I was closest to and I remember them with a smile. WE shared more laughter than tears because they could always see the funny side of a situation. These were friends of long duration. I don't have a lot of friendships but they endure for decades.
I have been accused of only living in the present but as I age I often delve into the past. Do you?