Memories by Natalia Titovich

She was afraid of this moment all of her life.
Maybe it is a fear of enough people to stay alone at the age of 90 and remember the best memories of a life. But for somebody it is not a fear. It is a dream.
Her husband was dead three years ago. From that moment she almost did not understand the meaning of life. She had two children, but… She knew that they were busy. She did not take offense at them because she could not be called selfish. She did not want to strain her family with her problems and tried to deal with them herself. No, the children did not forget about her. They visited her and congratulated on holidays. But this only seldom kept her company. Most of the time she was lonely.
With each passing day she became increasingly aware of the forces leaving her: she walked badly and almost did not feel her feet. Her mind was not clear and her memory worsened. But she did not want to die with insanity so she read a lot and kept a diary. Many memories have already left her head. Soon her grandsons will regret that they did not have time to learn much about their grandmother.
But some of the memories she would take with her to the grave. She loved her husband so much. They met at the age of 18 and have not parted since. He was her support. That evening she put a photo with him beside her bed. She just looked at the photo and tried to travel in time. She remembered the day when they rode together on a motorcycle. She remembered the best day of her life.
She lay down on the bed. She dreamed the best dream in her life.