a premonition



My wife Janet and I had a very pleasant lunch with my brother and sister-in-law in Manhattan today. They were going to a matinee performance of a Broadway play.

My wife and I walked up Fifth Avenue together and parted at the corner of 39th Street. A beautiful day. We had separate plans for the rest of the afternoon.

I kissed her goodbye and was overcome by a powerful emotion, a visceral sense like a stomach pain. I felt a pang of loss parting from her, albeit briefly.

Someday we will be parted forever, I thought.



— Roger W. Smith

August 26, 2017


About Roger W. Smith

Roger W. Smith is a writer and independent scholar based in New York City. His experience includes freelance writing and editing, business writing, book reviewing, and the teaching of writing and literature as an adjunct professor. Mr. Smith's interests include personal essays and opinion pieces; American and world literature; culture, especially books and reading; classical music; current issues that involve social, moral, and philosophical views; and experiences of daily living from a ground level perspective. Besides (1) rogersgleanings.com, a personal site, he also hosts websites devoted to (2) the author Theodore Dreiser and (3) to the sociologist and social philosopher Pitirim A. Sorokin.
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One Response to a premonition

  1. Tom Riggio says:

    Sounds like a fine day. Your premonition is true, but I guess the gods gave us a break: we will feel no pangs when the time actually comes.

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