Burt just passed and yesterday was odd and aimless although I had things to do and did them.
I miss Burt although saying it out loud is stating the obvious. A redundancy. I miss his aide. I miss the routine of our days. Back to the redundancy: I miss Burt.
I told him I will love him forever. That’s a promise I know I can keep.
He owned my soul as I am now entrusted with his.
To those who remember him as a funny man who was happy to make people laugh, yes, he was. He got joy in laughter.
He was lucky to have laughter. Some mornings, he would say something so funny, he’d crack himself up. And when he laughed at his own jokes, we, his aide and I, would bask in that joy.
Speaking of his aide, he was lucky to have her, too. He loved her and she treated him with tenderness and affection. She was with him in those last moments.
Come to think of it, we were both lucky to have her there.
Day 2 minus Burt is dawning for me.
Time to do more remembering.
this is our life 