Biennial echo

23 October. Two years since my life, or what passed for living, at least, ended. I'm referring to the anniversary of my stroke, of course. OK, I'm still extant, but it's very much a case of going through the motions. And to make it even more painful, I saw a boy, 12/13, at lunchtime (it's half term this week, and the weather today has been pretty nice, hence the outing and abouting), who was reminiscent of the boy, the epoch-making, utterly unrequitable love of my life. DBJ. I know, full well, that he's into his twenties now, and that he wouldn't even remember me, never mind any chance that he would care about my situation, but I simply can't forget him. Ever.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B