Where does the time go, Judy Collins warbles. Good question. I have no answer. Just yesterday Jim and I were entwined in mutual everything and cushioned by sumptuous love. Now, Jim is much less than Jim and I am a resentful ball of regret, anger, despond, self-pity, and a whole lot of gritted-teeth stalwart devotion unto the very end. Because, no matter what, love abides.
I think of you every day.
ReplyDeleteAnd that matters, thankee.
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