Sorry, I couldn’t write T, I was too busy filling up on memories of our first dress party, when I turned 50 and hosted 125 great friends and family. Just recently I remembered that I had a videographer create a document for the event and that I hadn’t watched it in years.
After dinner we gathered to watch it with our Canadian visitors as Marla tried to move it to a dvd for I could edit it down to its essence. Here’s a few stills that I want to hold on to. Remember? Great bites of Norman, Aaron, Florence, Mel, Marla’s parents, my mom, Eileen, all gone now. Maybe you’ve run into a few?
It was hard to watch us dancing, marking our first three years together, my arm candy and I wore you well. My aunt Sally teared up as she sat watching.
Not much sleep ahead as I swallowed some unsettling realities:
I watched a radiant me, bathed in your love.
We are my past,