Our Trip To Africa

 Our trip to Africa might have been the best time we ever had.  She asked me if I wanted to go, and she said if we don’t go now, we’ll ever go.  She said, I’ll pay for it.  I said yes.  It was in 2011.  She had been sober for 8 years.  She hadn’t started on her Alzheimer’s course yet.  My practice was doing very well.  We had built a house in Maui and occupied it, and she had designed a lot of it, and furnished all of it, and that had been, perhaps, her favorite wish.  It was a wonderful trip.

I see it again as I watch the wonderful Out of Africa.  That might be why I cry.  Plus the love story.  I’m such a sucker for love stories.  My friend Mary Lou asked me today if I’m romantic.  I had to say yes, because of course I am.  Very, I’m afraid.  But I’m also 82.  We don’t change that much, but our bodies do, and other things do.  We get better at being alone, maybe.  Who knows.  I barely know about me, how can I know about others.