The combination of events, my uncovery of the video of Burt a day after our party for him, still tickles me.
I am revisiting the occasion of our conversation, listening to it many times over. I also enjoy imagining it and retelling its script.
It is rife with the essence of Burt. Chatty, relishing his treats, calmly making suggestions. He perks up at the offer of a rainbow cookie. He recounts apologizing to the staff at the rehab, a typical Burt move towards making peace.
His suggestion that I bring him a cappuccino instead of the latte that he preferred; Burt wanted to share his coffee and asked me to get the one I liked.
The sweet and loving gesture is touching, of course. It reminds me how much I was loved.
this is our life 