“A Nutty Story…”
The last time we spoke he cried, “Dee-Dee two terrible things happened to me today… can’t tell you about it now”. His voice was hoarse and shaky. 😥
Knowing he had a bout of cancer, I surmised…he got the worst news from his doctors.
He left me hanging after his unsetting call…but he said clearly,
“I’ll call you”.
I felt bad but, I waited 2 weeks then timidly called his house…frightened it would mean terrible news…
No one answered so I left the message, "I hope you are Ok, its Dee-Dee” ……
Did you hear from him? I didn’t either… so I reasoned he “Bit the Dust”, “Met his Maker,” “Left the Planet”, was “Kaput”! 😱💀
It made me so sad as he would always keep in touch. We had been friends… from our teens, and I just hated losing another pal.
“Well Blow Me Down with a Feather”!
.. Months after that final goodbye, my telephone rings.
His name, Jerry Mosko flashes across the TV screen…… Goosepimples… cover my flesh! 😬😲
“J-Jerry is that you? I thought that you were dead”! I scream. 😮
“Dee-Dee I’m alive…” Now I’m angry!
“And you scare me with your last terrifying message then I don’t hear a thing from you…
I with (humor) snap,” I’ve already mourned for you once, and I only mourn once, per person”!
He laughs and laughs he knows my sense of humor. Then he starts his routine of how much he loves me. 😏 ……🙄
I retort back,” This makes the first time someone tells of his love that is dead”.
This situation is so bizarre, (as is Jerry), that we start to laugh, like we did as kids in the old days in Brooklyn…after a silly, stupid joke. 🤣🤣
Jerry confesses, “I may have first stage of dementia…
So… I forgot to call ya”. 🙄
Jerry is a joker so…
HUH? 🙄🙃
