Late Night Talks With Betty

Wide awake, unable to fall asleep, I looked at my bedside clock.

It was 3:18 am. Like many a night, I talked to Betty (who died recently, but it seems like yesterday).

“Morrie,” she said to me, “ever since my death you’ve been moping around feeling sad. Enough already. Remember what Ruby said, ‘Boss, don’t feel bad, that’s the way it is.'”

“Betty Doll, it’s true I don’t have the ‘zest’ I once had and I miss you, but I’m trying to enjoy life as much as I can. Without you, living is not the same.”