Dear Anita,
Well, until something big or amazing happens, I will post then. Will probably have to start a new post title, as it will be buried in the others if it remains weeks or months to a post.

What shall we call it, so you will know it is me right away? I am afraid others might take the “Nan” name, so not sure if you would remember me until I mentioned the Bridges of MC and Francesca’s grip on the truck handle. Give me a suggestion if you like-
Francesca’s Fantasy, Never Too Late, Gone like the Wind?
I live in GA so winter is still hanging on here and every day is cold or warmer, as it is a crazy climate year (La NIna or El Nino, I have forgotten which)..
Hopefully, we wont go senile (a la “Notebook”) before R-1 and my enchanted life and love unfolds…………Need to tell Nicholas Sparks to write something based on my life experiences……….it could be a best seller and give hope to us, no matter what our age! Not just these younger ones breaking engagements or being conveniently single when real love comes calling. Life can be complicated as we so well know…….
Here is my original poem that I had written and you are the only one to see it.
NAN, SHE RAN…..
Nan, she ran, in the blink of an eye,
Nan, she ran, before the ink was dry,
Nan, she ran, she was sinking,
Nan, she ran, without thinking.
Nan, she ran, into freedom, the party life and flair,
Nan, she ran, and didn’t care.
Nan, she ran, and settled to be another one’s wife,
Nan, she ran, and gave up the party life.
The years went by, a decade at a time,
She never once thought of him, it was a crime.
40 years later, she heard a song not heard in dozens of years,
the song she heard brought her to tears.
The lyrics burned the scar in heart,
The lyrics made her fall apart.

“….After all the loves in my life,
…..after all the loves in my life,’
You’ll still be the one……………..” (Richard Harris- MacArthur Park)

Nan, she cried, sad tears over that song,
What kind of a man would carry a love so far and so long?
Nan, she wished she had known that man in her life,
Nan, she wished she had been his wife.
Nan, she prayed for her angels to make it right,
Nan, she prayed for days and into the night.
The voice, the love came through for her,
As the memories and heartaches buried deep,
Obsessed her thoughts and ruined her sleep.

Nan, she ran, into his remembered arms,
Nan, she ran, into his remembered charms.
Nan, she ran, back into his life,
Nan, she ran, to one day be his wife……
…….again.

THE END…..