Help Make Bonnie's Final Dreams Come True

     Bonnie (far right) and I go all the way back to 1980. We first met at a rooming house in Hudson, MA called the Hudson House. From the first moment I met her, I was sweet on her but too shy to make my feelings known to her. She was 20 and I was just 21 when we met.

    Then I joined the Navy and didn't see Bonnie again until about a decade later. Then I wouldn't see her again for another 10-11 years, at a memorial service for an old friend of ours from the Hudson House days.

     Last April, I had a heart attack and, at its onset, I was contacted out of the blue by my dear friend, Christine Lyden from York, UK. She asked how I was doing. I said I thought I was having a heart attack and she strenuously told me to call an ambulance. I later asked her why she contacted me then and she said, "I had a feeling."

      Last month, I guess it was my turn for a premonition so I looked for Bonnie and found her on Facebook. Eventually, we began communicating again and she told me about her possible ALS diagnosis. So we began making plans to meet up at a local Amvets. The day we were to meet was the day I learned about my fiancee Barbara's death.

      Plainly, I wasn't in the mood to party but a promise is a promise. I felt very strongly that Bonnie and I needed to see each other after that 21 year-long absence. Five days later, the ALS diagnosis was confirmed.

      Her daughter Alicia set up a GoFundMe for her mother to fund her bucket list. I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't share the link so here it is. However many or few adventures it funds, I still intend on helping her assemble and publish a book of her poetry on Amazon.

 

      I never talk about my past, especially that far back into it, but we all have them. And Bonnie was a precious part of it, as well as my present.

      So if anyone could contribute to her fund, we'd both deeply appreciate it.