My Day

Danny’s beautiful wife Georgia has handed me a roasted Indian corn. “Yum.” Dusted with a little salt, it was a delight to eat. “Thanks again, Georgia.” 

Thanks to Danny, my most innovative chef, I enjoy breakfast. By phone, Danny orders from local vendors our early dinners. Only once do I remember not enjoying it.

With my 30-year battle to save my teeth (long gone) I can say that despite my weak knees I am in fairly good physical condition. I know my limitations. I fell once with little damage (a few scrapes). With the use of a walker I am able to “haltingly” get around and fulfill my needs. How long, nobody knows.

I hear Betty saying, “Morrie, stop predicting the future.”

Sweet Betsy. I am so lucky to have had her for my wife for over 70 years.

I talk to her often, in my constant refrain.

“Betsy doll, wherever you are, on this earth or on a star, I love you.”

Thanks for the 80 years of love you gave me. I love you and as long as I breathe I think of you.

Sleep well, my love.

Morrie

(November 5, 2020)