After ten days with a bad backache, I finally went to the orthopedist yesterday to find out that I have a fracture in my lower back. Its a hairline fracture which will heal in about 6 to 8 weeks but, jeezy peezy, it hurts like hell. Then, today I was listening to 50s music and it reminded me of an ex-boyfriend who wrote a definitive book chronicling the history and evolution of doowop music. Even though we broke up back in about 1977 (due to his inability to make a commitment), I would call him every year or two just to say hi. I hadnt called him in probably close to two years but the music reminded me of him so, I decided to call him. I tried his home number but it was disconnected which I didnt find unusual since so many people only have cell phones nowadays. I tried his cell phone and it went to a fast busy signal. So, I decided to do a Google search on him. The first thing that came up was his obituary. He passed away last July. I was shocked. He was always healthy and took great care of himself. I remembered the name of his best friend and found his phone number so, I called him. By then, I was really weeping but when his friend told me that my ex had died alone in his apartment from a heart attack and had not been found for seven days - that really got to me. We both agreed that he created a very lonely life for himself. He feared commitment as if it were a plague. Perhaps, if he could have broken down that wall he wouldnt have been alone. Who knows, maybe he wouldve even been able to survive the heart attack. So sad. The world was a better place when he was alive.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 05:40:58 +0000
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