Fading Memories

My mind is playing tricks on me.

I am having terrible, frightening dreams.

Last night, I had a scary one from which I awoke with a sweat.

I was relieved.

I felt someone poking me.

I looked up.

It was smiling Cherito.

She pointed to our large wall clock.

7:30 a.m.

Time to get up.

I did with a feeling of relief.

(I wonder where the word “nightmare” came from.)

Anyway, returning from a good lunch of scrambled eggs and, as you are reading, I’m writing.

In front of me are many photos of Betty and me. …

I loved her from the moment I saw her – always did, always will.

Morrie

(August 29, 2022)