The Dream A Few Memories A Love

About the Book

The book started 40 years ago, the very moment, I first fell in love with RiTa Marie, only to literally lose every touch, every word, every glance, every moment spent, whether with other pep-squad members or just, we two alone. To lose within the mind and heart was worse !!! though how does one know what or rather who was lost if no memory exists. One memory did, I was peering through the rear window of a car, staring at my own back, never seeing the face of the young lady in a lover’s embrace. Too what good!!! I could name every young lady back to the first grade, which I liked or thought I liked, she was never there. On November 8th, 2001 at 4:20am, A Dream... her eyes, her silhouette, her name on my lips, as I bolted to sit-up, a life time of pain anger, negative memories, all ripped from within, at the same moment, love, not just what was lost but a mix of passionate-unconditional love, all within the span of 4 syllables, her name!!! next 6 months, memories love, thoughts, from pencil to page. My son died, as did my heart!!!

About the Author

Is where one was born, where one was raised, what schools attended, what jobs or careers were chosen, the sum of who one is or is there more than just the what’s and where’s. Most of my childhood is lost, gone, except for a few memories recanted by siblings. These were lost by my teens and most of my teen memories have been lost now for many years except those which have returned after the Dream and they revolve around one person. I remember my children in their youth, barely. What I am remembering is the pain, the anguish, not the old that had been taken, but, of my son and mother, how they passed. I am bi-polar and clinically depressed. Odd how as bi-polar’s, the joys we should cling too, are but fleeting moments, while the pains compound within each revisit. The joyous moments of two years ago, while life looked still hopeful, remained a joy within my heart. Now, within the past year without hope, have become bitter sweet to the touch. Thoughts and moments wished never had happen. Yet, for all the depressed moments, for the pain that never ends, as hopeless as it may seem, I still rise to meet the day.