The Secret – 15

Lying in this hospital bed, I remember my life with the woman I love. A perfect life.

Just think of meeting your perfect woman, and thinking you would not be her husband. You accepted friendship.  Then, an event occurred,  and another, and there it was; your perfect life.

You grabbed it with both hands.

Julie and I married and lived together for over thirty years. We had children, a house, everything.

I did not think of the first event often. I tossed it into delusions and fantasies.

I remembered the great moments, the times we clung together, the ideas we had, the jokes, the tears, the places we had been.

I don’t think there is anything I didn’t do, didn’t go, and I have no regrets.

Maybe others would suffer guilt, or feel they had to say something, but I didn’t.