Wow!! It's now the eve of turning sixty-three and I feel incredibly fortunate and thankful. I might not have made it if I hadn't broken down and went to see a doctor eight months ago. His words: "You were in pretty bad shape" replay in my thoughts each day. I never asked how bad. Just stayed focused on getting better.
So here I am. My heart still hurts (not in the literal physical pain sense) but here I am!! And not planning on going away. Waiting for something. Waiting for one more chance! Waiting for magic!
An old high school friend sent me a Facebook friend request yesterday. I would have sent one to him earlier but I wondered if he would remember me? It's kind of funny but when I accepted his friend request, just for an instant I felt like I was eighteen again. There was a short flashback to 1974. And I would happily forfeit a day or two from the end of my life just to go back and revisit all those old times and friendships.
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