My “Betsy Doll” died in my arms at the age of 101.
Unlike most women, she didn’t age.
When I married her, she weighed 105 pounds.
When she died, she was 95 pounds.
She had a figure movie stars would envy.
I am not a womanizer.
She was the only girl I ever dated.
I never proposed to her.
We were in love.
For readers who want to know more, please read my book “Keep Breathing.”
Dear Reader, every life is a story.
If mine inspires you – write yours.
(April 14, 2022)