Every day is different after the loss of Burt; it’s not just in the sense of the cliché.
As a widow, the differences in the days are linked to memory and mood. It is a matter of the ebbs and floods of sorrow and acceptance.
The holidays are notorious for being harder when a loved one is gone. And, with Thanksgiving just 6 days behind us, I’m in the thick of the holidays.
This past week, I ran into some unexpected reminders of Burt when I switched calendars.
The 2026 calendar opens with December 2025, so I put it up to replace the two previous years.
The 2024 and 2025 calendars had Burt’s last year documented by the notations I kept in each square.
Teary, sad, I miss Burt so much. Nonetheless, I decided to toss the calendars. [I took a photo.]
I also found the note from the paramedic who pronounced Burt. I kept that note. I couldn’t throw it out.
I am coming to grips with his loss, but I miss Burt so much.
this is our life 