REALITY: Induced Sleep

Finally, eight hours of sleep on spaghetti with white clam sauce made from scratch, spinach and mushroom salad, mozzarella garlic bread and Reisling prepared as a birthday dinner by the man.  Flowers from Gus, coconut custard pie, good conversation, laughter that covered the thought of the card not received from my sister for the first time in fifty-eight years.  A new year, another loved one lost to my life.  Worse than by death, for by choice.

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3 Responses to REALITY: Induced Sleep

  1. Neha says:

    Oh dear God, I did it again. Happy Belated Birthday, friend. I hope this year spares you grief.

  2. susan says:

    Thanks, buddy. No biggie–I’m just a bit wiser.

  3. easywriter says:

    Belated happy birthday and I’m sorry for your sister, she has made a sad and very poor choice.

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