It takes a village. Hillary Clinton on bringing up children but applies as well to how society runs Good neighbors. They have provided continuing support for me. My personal cavalry when, one day, Burt was so agitated about going out to the street that he rammed his walker against a wall. Down he went. AContinue reading “That village [re-blogged]”
Category Archives: Grateful
Conjuring Dickens [repost]
Not only is Burt emotional (as documented here before), but he is capable of having a multitude of conflicting feelings at once. It was the best. It was the worst. All on one occasion. He has no filter, so he isn’t shy about letting me have it. Nor in the least non-plussed at sharing aContinue reading “Conjuring Dickens [repost]”
Too random…
Sweetness is an acquired taste. I know for a fact that til I met my husband, I had an inclination toward the savory which has since turned into a full-on sweet tooth. I also recall being appalled at the saccharine– in films, in books, in life. I have since come to have a sentimental streakContinue reading “Too random…”
Reminiscing
Burt was my photo model and this is one of my [many, many] favorite shots. There’s a teasing smirk in the smile, yet the fun is there. He noted when I took pictures of him and was pleased to have the camera turned towards him. I am pleased to have such a treasure trove ofContinue reading “Reminiscing”
Burt deserved the extraordinary [redux]
Burt was extraordinary. He and I had lived a happy, carefree, and modest life. We had no ambition to stir us towards greatness. He had daydreams of coaching a hapless team with me in the dug- out by his side. Sometimes. Not an ambition. We were impressed by talent and in Burt’s case that meantContinue reading “Burt deserved the extraordinary [redux]”
Forever
What’s a moment you wish you could freeze and live in forever? Sunday, May 3rd marked the 36th year since we met. The moments we spent together on that day are frozen in my memory. On that evening, we had wandered the city from West 21st Street to a restaurant at 50th and 1st Avenue.Continue reading “Forever”
It’s one year since Burt passed
Looking at the wedding photos hanging over my kitchen table, I realize that I am beaming. I’m stupid-giddy in these photos. This night, I raise my glass of Polar club soda in a toast to him for that happiest day; then to us both for all the great years we shared. Someone I met whileContinue reading “It’s one year since Burt passed”
Love is on the….
Near 42nd, right across the avenue from the NYPL lions, I passed a Lovello “Permanent Jewelry” store. A little down the road, there was a Love Korean Restaurant. At Peacefood Union Sq, I giggled at the Both sign on the restroom door, envisioning couples going in. Not the intent, I know, but isn’t it romantic?Continue reading “Love is on the….”
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”
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…”
