It dawned on me as I described someone as “yes, Burt loved him” that I had said that or something like about alot of the people we met or knew.
Burt found many friends over the years, especially as he slipped into dementia. He liked people and this came back in a kind of karmic circle.
My raingear did not stand up to the rain this afternoon. Coming home, I was soaked through.
Burt would have ordered me to take a warm shower as soon as I walked in the door. Good advice.
this is our life 