The End

  Love may be  all there is.  The Beatles, the Bible, Thornton Wilder all thought so.  But so many times it just isn't enough.  I can tell from the love letters that are now in my possession that he loved her, but he was unable to undo what had gone before.  He couldn't bring himself ultimately to do what might have confirmed his love to her.  He continued to proclaim his undying love until......yes, until the time he died, some years ahead of her.    She kept the letters, though, until her death.  Forgotten perhaps, or could have been as a link to one who cared about her. Those links become thinner as time passes, and memories become more precious. 
    What to do with  those letters.  I've already thrown them away, then retrieved them.  I have no link to him except as a casual acquaintance, but through his words to her, I sense her presence.  He wanted to spend the last part of his life with her, to be near her.  It makes me picture her as warm and alive.......

Baby Steps

 For the first time in a long time, about 5 years or so, I had the choice of  the stairway or the elevator, and I opted for the stairs.   Sure, it was only one flight, and yes, I did use the handrail, and it was true there was no one else around to observe any awkward gait, but still I did walk down a flight of stairs in a public building even though the elevator was available.  Only those so afflicted can understand how it felt, sort of a "walker's high."

Date to Remember--or Not

September 26, 1964   The wedding  of Dorothy and Gus
  In the good old days when everybody was alive.  And death not much more than a myth..

Health Check

  Are you sure your Sphincter of Oddi isn't too tight?