Dearest Alexander ( Read more... )

Remembering your mother's funeral has always been a difficult thing for me. I remember it with perfect clarity; it's the event itself that presents the problem ( Read more... )

Alexander and I shared dinner earlier tonight ( Read more... )

Friday morning, Alexander returned, as he said he would. I was pleasantly surprised. I had feared that he would reconsider our reunion overnight ( Read more... )

After speaking unsuccessfully with Alexander on Wednesday, I decided to take the advice of my physician. He had been rather perturbed at my refusal of twenty-four hour care, and was now relieved that I had "come to my senses" and would "stop running all over God's green acre ( Read more... )

In a fit of desperation after my last meeting with the doctor, I went to Alexander's home to try to speak to him. I wanted to ask, beg if necessary, for his forgiveness for hurting him so many years ago ( Read more... )

Today is the anniversary of Lillian's death ( Read more... )

I did something impulsive yesterday ( Read more... )

I've returned to Metropolis, after nine years of absence ( Read more... )

During my last hospital stay, a nurse asked why I had never had never married or had children of my own.

I told her that there was a boy, as dear to me as a child of my own body could be, and how I had helped raise him with a beautiful, strong woman for ten years.

She smiled, and said she looked forward to meeting him.

I hope she does.