Blogging about Burt feels self- aggrandizing. Sometimes, at any rate. Not writing about him feels negligent. Like only the blog will document who he was to me.
In the context of our life together, it doesn’t matter how others will remember him.
As his wife, I temper all of the difficult, easy, caring devotion with the wide brush of love. I had a deep dive into his past and a wild ride during his dementia.
In between, we just lived, loved. We fought, and had ups and downs like any two people in close quarters. Sorry, like any two people in a long relationship. Mostly, I remember the fun.
We enjoyed ourselves and each other.
this is our life 