It dawned on me as I described someone as “yes, Burt loved him” that I had said that or something like about alot of the people we met or knew. Burt found many friends over the years, especially as he slipped into dementia. He liked people and this came back in a kind of karmicContinue reading “By the way”
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A great find
Noodling around my video cache, I found a 6 minute video in which Burton is speaking. We are snacking at the rehab. It’s dated April 2023. He is sweet and really enjoying his sweets. Among the dialog is his request I bring one cappucino instead of the latte. I say “But you like latte.” BurtContinue reading “A great find”
Some stories
Burt’s journey has ended. My journey continues without him. Or perhaps by dint of remembrance, with him, just kind of looking out for me. Like he always did. Part of my portmanteau now is recording what was. Both the orts and the epic. I know my friends expected me to tell tales of Burt at theContinue reading “Some stories”
For May 3rd: games
And ice breakers The party for Burt on our 35th anniversary was a treat. There was so much loving energy in that room that we all knew he was there. It was unnecessary but I had prepared a little ice breaker based on the Burt approach. He made friends in our building both before LewyContinue reading “For May 3rd: games”
Loving Burt. Losing Burt.
Loving Burt
What gives you direction in life? My life changed the day I met him, and his love and care for me and the opportunity to care for him gave me direction these 35 years. It has been a lovely journey, bumps and all.
Bluey redux
Several children were delighted by my wearing my Bluey t-shirt today. There was also one father, a friend who had a picture of his tyke with the characters on his phone, who was pleased by my choice of attire. We agreed that Bluey was the best father. When I first discovered the iconic cartoon IContinue reading “Bluey redux”
Celebrating Burt
My afternoon
Years ago, I told a diner next to me, I was a member at Cooper – Hewitt. I dragged my husband to the parties they threw here on the grounds. He nodded and said “Janet drags me.” We agreed that he liked it. I said I dragged the poor fellow to the Merchant’s House onContinue reading “My afternoon”
this is our life 