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”
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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”
My guy
Grief
Your mind on grief is suffering from trauma. Any caregiver with a loved one captured by dementia knows grief from diagnosis on. In my case, I was grieving for the past 5+ years. One morning shortly after Burt’s passing, I awoke to a my I have been under strain moment. Some awakening. It comes withContinue reading “Grief”
As I enjoyed the fantastic Max Pollak Group tap, I had the memory of Burt tapping along as we watched a dancer on tv. He was seated in his big brown chair. His feet were dancing along. Burt loved tap dancing. He would have loved this show. In some ways, he was there enjoying withContinue reading
Busy
Keeping busy helps me work through my grief. It also takes me away from the business of my grieving. Grief need not be avoided and often the busy-ness of my days skirts the pain of my grieving. While Burt was ailing busy was intricate to mourning. There was a relentless gradual loss. Now, busy isContinue reading “Busy”
Like the two-step
QuickQuickSlow: it’s not a dance, my darling. Wish it were. Looking back, the blur of our journey as we trudged, loped and galloped along is confusing. Is it surprising that an illness characterized by confusion would cause confusion? Create it for the travelers as they travailed its inconsistencies? The one who is well as muchContinue reading “Like the two-step”
Crossing 67th. Etc
As the day passes Some pictures I took of him when we were watching the river:
The Park
My friend greeted me by the lobby door and said go to the park, everything’s in bloom. Good plan for this aimless Easter Sunday. My route was to come in at 67th. And there were the memories. Burt and I frequented The Park. My path today was full of old stories. My Sunday in theContinue reading “The Park”
