Life's a Giver

10th December 1969

Dear Diary,

I've foung life's joy again. I feel there's a meaning to life. No matter what happens, live every day like it were your last. Definetely now as i'm in hospital writing this but even still, just have fun. Since the zoo they've come over to my house nearly every day. I've ogt so friendly with them. In fact I even stated, "Please don't bring anything" since I offered them the food and beverages they said they liked. They seem to like wine and are very curious about my place so I insisted, "Go upstairs and look around while I get you some wine. Please feel at home,please..." That led to me having to tell the truth about Conchetta and where she really was the whole time. It makes me deeply depressed to tell the truth about her and John must have noticed as he tried changing the quiet atmosphere by saying, "We're sorry". I showed the pyschological game to them. After that John brought out the skates and like ants we followed in his steps. We were playing tag on skates all over the house. I was getting to the point where i couldn't fing my breath. I guessed it was from walking to the zoo and having to shovel away all that snow that I stopped. I was running up the stairs after John and my heart just stopped. So that's how i'm sitting here in hospital. Thoughtful John and Lorraine gave me flowers today and have been visiting constantly. I do hope that nothing happens to the house while i'm here as my faith is in their hands/

Bye for now. Mr. Pignati