As I was looking for a reference in some posts past, I found this amazing quote from Burt:
“Don’t give up on loving me,” my very sleepy sweetheart said, holding my hand.
As he drifted off to sleep, Burt called me over [why does everything have to be shared as a secret (sigh)?].
Despite my exasperation over the urge to whisper, I now wish I could hear him whispering one of his secrets to me.
I have fond memories of some of his whispers. While he was in the rehab in 2023, he would phone me to discuss an escape route.
Those were always whispered calls, usually made from a cellphone borrowed from one of the CNAs. His plans included his sneaking out to meet me by the busstop. Those calls always charmed me.
Today, I want to reassure Burt that no, I will never give up on loving him.
this is our life 