Tomorrow a friend and I shall go visit another friend who has been hospitalized for quite a while. That should effectively eliminate any thoughts I have of self-centered worry about how I am not getting my full share of what I think I ought to be getting out of life.
I always remember one of my first sober Valentine's Days... I was crying in a meeting because I had not gotten anything for Valentine's Day. Back then I was young and attractive enough to get away with such shenanigans. Old Denny (God rest his soul) got up and left the meeting. I hadn't noticed until a few minutes later when he returned. He had gone to the nearest 7-11 and purchased me a card, a box of candy and a big old Valentine's balloon. That was about the sweetest thing ever.
You know what? I would actually rather be where I am today than where I was back then. The age, the wrinkles and all. I'd rather buy my own flowers than be hysterical because I had crazy expectations that somehow didn't work out they way I wanted. I do miss the old guys like Denny B. though.
God Bless You Denny B... hope to see you in that big meeting in the sky some day - but not too soon.