It might have been prescient anticipation of the advent of Lewy into our home, but I never had the forbearance to enjoy the saga of Quixote. His delusional tilting at windmills always annoyed me. The musical rendition of his story does offer some gorgeous musical flights, however. One New Year’s Eve, Burt bought tickets forContinue reading “Windmills”
Category Archives: memories
Oranges
They brought us oranges today. The “they” are the lovely people who cater our Meals on Wheels. I love oranges, but they’re work to prepare. This evening, as I looked at the orange in anticipation of cutting and peeling, I remembered that my mother always prepared my oranges for me. Years ago, when I sharedContinue reading “Oranges”
A poem
It was, well still is, a beautiful Day, full of autumn’s promise,Crisp with expectation. I amSorry you missed it, my love.Staying inside, sluggish withYour special imaginings andDisconnected from seasonsAs they pass. I so want youPresent and here with me inThe warm of fall as it beginsTo cool. It’s a season I haveAlways enjoyed most ofContinue reading “A poem”
Home away
It’s a quandary we face. The person we love and married is no longer the same. I miss him all the time. Life with a p.w.d. is far from easy. Is this the right time to place him or her in a residential home? A social worker once told me, “You will know when theContinue reading “Home away”
Poems of time and remembrance
He told me all his stories, so That when this day came, I’d Be the one who remembered. Love song: if I remember you Is it lost if we mourn it Mourning When he lost the wisdom of his age What feels like the loss That he’s broken and breaking [Like] Lear on the moorContinue reading “Poems of time and remembrance”
Projections
The other morning, Burt told me that I was losing my mind. I was saddened by his matter of fact tone as much as by the message. He had some additional wisdom when he informed me that going to the gym was killing me. Delusional trains chug through our days and evenings. In the earlyContinue reading “Projections”
Getting out together
I hate to admit it. When apparently healthy couples of a certain age stroll by hand in hand, I am envious. The recent outings facilitated by our new weekend aide take some of the sting of my jealousy away. I can get out with my guy. That’s a nice feeling. We both enjoy being out,Continue reading “Getting out together”
Old Haunts
Everything nearby can be a trigger for memories and the sadness they evoke. When I passed the cafe at Sotheby’s today, I was mildly cheered that it no longer occupied the top floor. Burt and I had eaten on the rooftop terrace for years. I miss being able to do that with him. Of course,Continue reading “Old Haunts”
My gratitude journey: a tale of before
In reviewing the very unsatisfactory week we’ve had recently, my mind flashed back unbidden to days my love and I spent in the park. The memory was of a time long enough ago that there was no suspicion of dementia and illness. Burt wanted to take me to a spot where he had been inContinue reading “My gratitude journey: a tale of before”
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