It’s a possibility. Especially with LBD. I’ve mentioned that Burt had a period in which he exercised his anger and aggression. It was due to his aggressive behaviors that we were introduced to mild doses of Seroquel. In his case, the drug made him sleepy and I could dodge his attacks more easily. It didContinue reading “Aggression and Lewy”
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Sweet Dreams of You
Recalling my dreams is unusual for me. In fact, I generally awake certain for sure I did not have a dream. I am told that that is not possible. People dream, I hear. The other morning I awoke to the end of a dream, disappointed that Burt was not sitting next to me. The dream was,Continue reading “Sweet Dreams of You”
From some writing session prompts
Resilient: hey, tough guy Burt in dementia was clearly and increasingly vulnerable. His losses were evident, yet, through it all, he maintained a resilience that served him well. I thought I was steering the ship but my captain somehow kept his hand on the rudder. We bobbed through troubled waters with Burt somehow maintaining anContinue reading “From some writing session prompts”
The Firehouse
Back in the neighborhood with the reminiscent firehouse, I am early^* for Fresh Tracks at New York LiveArts. Once again I am reminded about Burt’s encounter with the fireman all those years ago. ^*I went extra early with the intention of snacking and sitting at Ama Vita on W19. It’s closed on Saturdays?¿ Of course,Continue reading “The Firehouse”
Burt this Wednesday morning
It’s no secret that my walls and screens prominently feature photos of my guy. Seeing him with a this is a good day smile on a screen this morning, I had a pang of miss him. And in that moment, the pleasure of seeing him. More importantly, the pleasure of seeing him happy. This leadContinue reading “Burt this Wednesday morning”
Perfect
The thing about perfection is that it does not stand alone. That is to say, it is relative, as in what is perfect to you or for you is not objectively perfect. In the eye of the beholder. We are all flawed. We are all perfect. So, Burt was perfect. I remember some rough spots,Continue reading “Perfect”
No surprise
She could no longer sneak outWith him to see the world throughHis fresh eyes; one blue, one withA small cloud of the nevus, brown;Eyes, opened wide with the surpriseOf knowing she loved him, of howMuch she loved him, surprise andDelight. His delight, recognized soSuddenly, and so often, delighted Her; it was a shared delight inContinue reading “No surprise”
Acting my age
In the little over three months since Burt’s passing, I have begun to feel old. Well, to express it more accurately, I have begun feeling my age. My first, initial, reaction was that the strain of care, worrying about Burt’s physical and emotional state, lifted. That came also with a lift of my shoulders aContinue reading “Acting my age”
A conversation
These are the times that try our souls. In light of the advent of big trouble in our nation’s social and political landscape, I found myself asking Burt for advice. I started by saying I was glad he was out of this and safe. If he were here I would stand silent to avoid anyContinue reading “A conversation”
Finding out
It had not occurred to me that anyone faced with caregiving alongside a person diagnosed with dementia would not seek… help, to learn all possible. I know you would not be following along here if you were that incurious. To my utter surprise, I met a disinterested spouse recently. I gather she had gone toContinue reading “Finding out”
this is our life 