I awake to notice the slide show on one of my screens. I greet the first image with “Good morning, Burton.” The next with “I miss having you around, darling.” As the pictures go by, I tell Burt how I feel in his absence; that I miss holding his hand and kissing him.
It’s a long litany of what is lost since he’s been gone. So I finish reciting it as the photos come back around for a fourth go.
I am not complaining. Not to him and not to you.
This is my greeting and an acknowledgment of my love for him. I feel the good fortune of knowing how much he loved me. I flick on the video of our conversation at the rehab to hear his voice.
This was the best possible way for me to start my day.
this is our life 