Sure, there were other women I knew, but they were not you.
What my life would have been like had I married them, there’s no way of knowing, nor do I spend much time in contemplation.
The past is the past.
Water flowing by under the bridge.
I’ve lived a good life, mostly pleasure, a bit of strife.
Our life has been an open book, easy to read, and easy to follow.
If my luck holds I will leave this world as Betty did, with a smile on my face.
I’ve had a good “run,” a few problems, but mostly fun.
So dear family, “Goodbye and good luck. I love you all.”
Meanwhile, I’m rocking, thinking, rocking.
* * *
I rock in my chair
It’s been a pleasant day, but still I rock, my brain afire of thoughts.
Betty and I have traveled the world, yet there’s much more that remains to be seen.
In all modes of transportation, by rickshaw, by sled, by propellor and jet plane, in all kinds of weather to 14 below zero, cold enough to freeze my **** off.
Betty’s hands, with wool gloves on, went white with frostbite, a danger.
Landing for refueling at an Alaskan army base, we went by army bus to a nearby “canteen” restaurant.
Betty wrapped her white hands around a hot cup of coffee for instant relief.
A “story book wife.”
Betty is gone.
She left this world in my arms with a smile on her face.
Here I am rocking and rocking, rocking, a large picture of her behind me.
I led a wonderful life, great kids and a wonderful wife.
Who can ask for anything more.
Not me, for sure. Nothing lasts forever.
Judy, Steve, Jadwiga and my much loved grandchildren. I love you.
(January 1, 2021)