Blameless

Burt, due to his diagnosis, has been blameless. Lewy comes with a pass and Lewy was with us for the past five years.

Leave it to me to feel that there is significance in my faulting him for the soap dishes.

I had allowed for the normal irritation at a spouse who made an errant purchase to bubble up. I blamed Burt for the stains on my sink. Stains caused by the rusting metal on the bottom of the pretty dish.

Blaming, that was the key to our setting up an equal footing.

It was how our relationship can be remembered outside of Lewy. My blame did that. Burt had not just been the unwell spouse; he was so much more, for far longer.

I could remember being pleased and irritated by the day-to-day of our mutual past. I could and I would.