Hi Carole,
It's September 29, 2025 and your forever good-bye anniversary is approaching. Dreams of you have begun, faster and faster, more and more. The most recent several clips in one, you stepping out a car, your legs, calf down. Don't recall now the ones preceding it, several at once with you, laughing. Maybe located in the parking area of my old old Boston basement appartment from our college years, just a sense of. Half a century ago. Fifity-plus years ago, how can that be?
Life a finger snap, the memories never ending. They grow into you.
Am listening to: yourclassical.org, streaming music through the firepelace mantle speakers, Phillip Glass from the movie, The Hours.
That was the last book you recommended before you died.
