I realize, there is an "I" other than Me and Mine, as I look down in awe and respect for the body that held me. My attention is drawn to the most important part of this journey - My Feet. My friend, Thank you, for carrying me so far without complaining. Now, we part with joyful hearts.
He turns on the soft table lamp. She sleeps peacefully, as he tries to commit each line of her into his memory with adoring eyes. He steadies himself, methodically noting every minute detail of the day, in the measured circle of light, knowing, soon this will be lighter of memories, as disease claims his brain.
He sighs, a defeated sigh, at the evidence of worth, proof of his effort to live well- A camcorder, toolbox, passport, wrist-watch and few bills, left after his wife cleaned the bank account and left him for another man. Ironically, the cassette in the case was a half done documentary titled “A Life Well Lived.”
