This must be the day for clearing out memory space. Second divorced a year ago. Involved a month now with someone who I hope sticks around. My dreams of a future with her need room. Going through a big pile of photos putting them into categories. My youth, first marriage, daughter, second marriage, ancestors. The marriage boxes will be taped shut. I hope I never feel compelled to open them again. I’m 64 and my girlfriend is 48. I hope I go out like a shooting start still burning with passionate love for her. Just in case, though, I’m keeping those taped boxes. She might dump me if I get to old and then I’ll need something to reminisce over while waiting to let go of all this beautiful minutia and merge back into the macrocasm.

SGI Buddhist, Loves Irish and Latin American Literature, History buff, knows a great deal about Medicare

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