Tom is a new friend I’ve known for less than a year, from the gym. I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks. He said, “I had emergency brain surgery a couple weeks ago. They said I must have bumped my head but I don’t remember. I was bleeding in my skull. I’m lucky to be alive… I know I should feel different than before, but I don’t.”
I told him I understood.
It’s funny how when I turned 60, I just seemed to accept for the first time that the end was inevitable and I seemed, like Tom, to accept that.
Valentine’s Day 2011, I did my finest work… My daughter conceived. So romantic the image in my head! Yet, still I never imagined the absolute beauty of my dreams fulfilled!
My relationship with her mother never recovered from such a lofty ideal and you my dear replaced for each of us the joy we were missing and speaking only for myself… I regret nothing my love. I am so pleased and grateful to have you in my life.