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”
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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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