Small Town Coroner
Arnie set up a date for me. She's the woman I mentioned in my last entry. I write this as my palms begin to sweat and I wonder how I could be so nervous? It's not as if we are getting married tomorrow. It's funny how we all think we are in control and then something happens that makes your heart want to leap out of your chest. Do I like her? ...Of course I do. But what does that mean? I don't know. I went to my wife's grave and talked to her about it. Some people think it's crazy to talk to a gravestone but it's not like I can see her. It's what's left. I think she would approve. It's been long time since I last saw her and it's hard to bring parts of our lives back to life in my mind. A date? My mind is spinning. Midnight keeps coming back to my room to check on me as if to say "what's going on?" I just smile at him and scratch behind is ears in his new favorite spot. Well checking my watch I relize it's time to go. A new life begins tonight.
Entry 21 (2008-12-20) — Copyright ©2001-2019 Richard Shane Reinert.