Wednesday, May 18, 2022

NIGHTMARE 05/18/22

 I rarely have dreams I remember, but this morning, mine was too apt to forget.

I was walking at night in the rain on a deserted road, after some car crash, partially dressed, not sure of where I was going, except that it would be a long and difficult trek.

From nowhere, an old man, in a hooded jacket, came up to me unexpectedly and asked if I was ok.

"I'm fine," I responded, feeling anything but fine.

Denial is useful. The death of a spouse, especially one as beloved as Tina, is disconcerting in the extreme, but we persevere. 

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