Burt and I always were goers before his dementia stopped us in our tracks. Lately, my lament has been that we should have done more during his decline. Gone to dinner, taken more walks. In part, this is a wish, that if we did more, we could’ve made more memories. I’ve mentioned his expressed desireContinue reading
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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”
this is our life 