Saturday, October 30, 2004
Best dream / worst nightmare
Someone's husband died recently. He was 56. They'd been married for 7 years ... he was the love of her life, having finally found each other after all those years ... finally enjoying life, a life together, with plans for both the times just coming up and for growing old together.
He fell asleep on the couch. She noticed he didn't come to bed, but didn't check, never dreaming that anything was wrong.
She woke up the next morning and found him. They say he had a heart attack. She says his eyes were black.
How horrible.
And how egotistical of me to think of this, but, you know, it could be me. If I found someone today, in 7 years it could be me.
My ultimate dream becoming my worst nightmare.
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