Everything nearby can be a trigger for memories and the sadness they evoke.
When I passed the cafe at Sotheby’s today, I was mildly cheered that it no longer occupied the top floor. Burt and I had eaten on the rooftop terrace for years. I miss being able to do that with him.
Of course, since they relocated the restaurant to the ground floor, it’s not an indulgence we could enjoy now.
No longer are we hanging out at Mighty Quinn ordering fries and realizing neither of us had a wallet.
Music and ballet and drama were such a big part of us as a couple. Burt, given to extravagant gestures, got us tickets for 12 ballets in one season because I loved the ballet.
Catching performances on tv is a hit or miss experience. One day, he responded to a concert with “Oh, that’s pretty” only to suggest he’d rather I shut it off a few minutes later.
Our walls are covered with photos I pinned up from our past. I look at some with a little twinge of regret.
The exception to the touch of regret? Our wedding photos. It’s been a good ride by Burt’s side.
this is our life 