It's back to work and back to the regular stuff. My daughter also went back to work, and she is doing better. I so appreciate all the prayers. I have had such a flood of memories in the past week and a half. The memories go back to 1965. We had dances every Friday and Saturday night. They were at the National Guard Armory and the American Legion. My girlfriends and I were skinny and tan and our biggest worry was if we had enough money to go to the next dance. We'd stand next to the speakers and it's a miracle I can hear anything at all. Beatles, Beach Boys, Rolling Stones.
I dreamed I was at the American Legion dancing to "When A Man Loves A Woman" by Percy Sledge the other night. This last week and a half has been surreal. It has been lessons on many levels. I will always carry a part of Paul with me. Life is short. Let's make the most of it while we can.