It feels like I should have control over my feelings, my memories, my past and my future.
The jumble sale that is a life can be so much messier than any accounting of it suggests.
Well, in 1990, I did this; actually, I met Burt, so it was a big year. In 1992, we got married.
We have a resume. We created a curriculae vitae for two.
So linear, so straightforward, so factual. We all know that it is not ever that simple.
It took us a bunch of years to sort out the challenges of merging our disparate personalities. The effect was that we melded, enjoying our couple-ness, doing most activities together.
In 2020, Burt was diagnosed with Lewy Body Dementia. That threw a huge wrench in our resume. It split my heart. It changed the rest of our life together. His death was another date on our timeline.
It was unpredictible. All of it. Even the good stuff. The good stuff for which I remain ever so grateful. And the loss which I mourn.
this is our life 