Unsolicited advice. I know! you never want to hear it. If you think about it, you probably don’t want to give it either. This entire blog is an exercise in giving advice. The advice I give is from my experience during a heart-wrenching journey with Lewy Body. No one asked, but I am here telling.Continue reading “You didn’t ask….”
Author Archives: TheRealTamara
Nostalgia
Nostalgia by definition is the sentiment that has us living in the past. Reliving what was, wistful and perhaps teary. In my case, the emotion is always resolute. I experience my reminisces with gratitude, glad to be reminded. The Banc has been here on the corner of 30th and 3rd for many years. Burt andContinue reading “Nostalgia”
Documented
The photos I display on every surface document Burt’s days with Lewy Body. Everywhere, there are pictures of him as the disease progressed and some of us at ballgames or on walks by the river. It’s a 10 to 1ratio. What strikes me in the pictures I snapped during our journey is the joy IContinue reading “Documented”
Staying strong
The reason why you should be exercising when your loved one becomes ill is just that. You need your strength. Exercise is not there just to help keep you fit so you can care for your loved one, however. Exercise, in releasing all those pheromones, will help you feel better.
As memory serves…
As time slips by, it becomes easier to remember the time before dementia came into our lives. After all, there were so many years in those before-times and so many wonderful memories from all those years. During Burt’s illness, there were good times and difficult times. In other words, the last few years left meContinue reading “As memory serves…”
FOMO
While listening to the New Yorker‘s in depth story on Willie Nelson, I was moved. Nelson is clearly impressive, not just as a cultural treasure, and as a performer, but also as a human being. There’s a lot I had not known about Willie Nelson. I was not a fan, in the sense of oneContinue reading “FOMO”
Summer night
When the night sky is so perfectI yearn to share it, to say look asI touch your cheek in the tenderSilence that is often the languageOf love. Intimacy needs no wordsWe caress those we love to urgeThem to see the beauty we know. Our caress is a whisper echoingThe perfection in the night thatSignals thisContinue reading “Summer night”
Through the years
Who was I as all my yearsAccumulated? The time isNot a continuum. It breaksInto small scenes, acts asDistinct as if each were aLife encompassed in 15 Minute skits, not all funny.Many poignantly true toLife. So much time passed,Passes unnoticed, goes Into a compartment, aMemory perhaps not alwaysRemembered as it shouldBe. I do know my lastContinue reading “Through the years”
Coffee?
This storefront reminded me that my “coffee quest” goes way back. As soon as I saw it, I was reminded that it had been a very cool coffee bar that Burt and I stopped at years back. Now that I think about it, Burt indulged me whenever I had wanted to try a new coffeeContinue reading “Coffee?”
How we grieve
Is mourning dependent on what we believe? Do our beliefs influence how we grieve? Is there something inexplicable about death, dying, and about mourning? My atheism runs up against my genuine sense that Burt’s always with me. I mean literally, I feel his presence. Spirits and souls are antithetical to the beliefs of an atheist. Yet, thereContinue reading “How we grieve”
this is our life 