Postcards to a past

 Peggy,     "We  will never be here again." Achilles in the movie Troy. In this instant. Too bad.      I can never remember wanting kids. After all this time, I can see it as pure selfishness. No, no, I am not projecting me on to you. You are a great mother. I say that as I think of you and how you dealt with all of us. All of our childish wants and whines. Your steadfastness. Your constant smile. Your kindness. Tell your husband for me (I don't remember his name. Yes, you did tell me.)      The two of you are very brave in adopting a child. Well, maybe you chose the DNA. Still, I could never... Of course, I would need a wife, partner, SO.

Peggy,     I wanted to thank you for the mention in your book in the last postcard, but forgot (old person moment).      So thank you.     Oh, and jealous as hell. I've been writing since before we met. You got a taste of it when we were letter writing buddies...shit, how long ago was that! I wrote jealous, but I kind of like it when I'm not writing for others, except letters, of course. Does your husband share your love of writing?     I love libraries. Which is why I was in the town's one when I met her. Oh, research, sort of, I sit at a warm wooden table, (the chair is wooden, no cushion but it fit me...my ass so well, I didn't really notice) among warm wooden shelves nearly a hundred years old (she said). Of course, once we met I was there everyday, all day (sometimes) and the comfort was as if I was home in bed, reading.     Sorry. I never married, though I had one of those relationships (a few years af...

 Peggy,     Yeah, it's not the death but the circus after that is the hardest to get through. For me anyway.     Bouncing around so much must have been hard too. How did you have the time and heart to see your husband? When I first met her, I knew in the blink of an eye it would be her. It was one of my trips to Illinois, I had to do some research at the library where she happened to be working. I was walking through the stacks looking for what I needed, she was shelving in an aisle I wondered down. Just a look. I didn't stare, ok, I was frozen and she asked me if I needed help. That was it.     I looked for your book. It was very hard to find, but I have a copy coming. I knew you would do it.     So he's a nurse. I worked in a hospital for a few years. Liked it. For a while.