I awake to notice the slide show on one of my screens. I greet the first image with “Good morning, Burton.” The next with “I miss having you around, darling.” As the pictures go by, I tell Burt how I feel in his absence; that I miss holding his hand and kissing him. It’s aContinue reading “On this dreary morning”
Category Archives: Love
Meant to be
Burt did a favor for Angelo one day in 1990. He went to drop off something at the Puck Building. He noticed a freebie newspaper on the premises. The NY Press had an, also free, personal ad section. Intrigued, Burt worked on his pitch. I was in the market. Burt’s ad was tailor-made to myContinue reading “Meant to be”
More on that video
The combination of events, my uncovery of the video of Burt a day after our party for him, still tickles me. I am revisiting the occasion of our conversation, listening to it many times over. I also enjoy imagining it and retelling its script. It is rife with the essence of Burt. Chatty, relishing hisContinue reading “More on that video”
Burt’s life
I did not prepare an obituary for Burt. Not even for the May 3rd memorial celebration of life. Who he was is laid out in the pages of this blog, even though you’re meeting him during his journey in illness. I have sprinkled memories from the before among my posts. Some of you knew himContinue reading “Burt’s life”
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.
My guy
I was prompted
It’s hard to feel like you’re thriving in the midst of the downward cycle of dementia. My policy, as I have often called it, was to get help in early so I could get “me time.” It was to save myself, to keep from drowning, to stay positive. In retrospect with Burt-dear Burt- gone, IContinue reading “I was prompted”
Married Lady
My views on marriage were a bit more open than not. I was a 60s hippie-adjacent sort, after all. Burt felt that the commitment was an important turning point. He proposed on the morning of his 51st birthday in 1990. In retrospect, from where I stand today, being married to Burt was the best thingContinue reading “Married Lady”
Another song
Losing you. A sad sad songOf loss. But not of love lost.You’re gone but our love, it’sWith me still. It will be with Me always. Our love, yoursFor me, fills my memories, My love for you, it’s forever.When I awake saying as I do,I love you Burt. I know I am Lucky, so very lucky.Continue reading “Another song”
this is our life 