My life without Burt feels like it’s been severed in half. So I am living a half-life like a mineral. At least some of the time.
His picture is all over the walls of our living room. I can admire his impish smile or his eager interest. I can remember when we went to this place or that; our apartment is crammed with memories.
In one corner, I placed wedding photos; we are not so young in these shots but we are tense.
I guess we didn’t know what we were in for yet. It was going to be an adjustment. We’d only been together two years when we wed and we tended to be a little headstrong and volatile.
One of my favorite has a Blues Brothers quality. We dressed for a friend’s birthday party with a touch of the masquerade. We didn’t dress up often, once for a holiday soiree and always in team shirts and caps for sports outings.
this is our life 