Waiting for my old cellphone to migrate to the new one gave me an opportunity to catch up with the video of Burt in the rehab. He came home from the facility on February 25th, 2 years to the day before he died at home. The video is just under 7 minutes and in itContinue reading “Video memory”
Category Archives: memories
Remembrances
“Anniversaries” are a jarring reminder, as if I need one, of Burt’s absence. He was not here to celebrate his birthday, my birthday nor New Year’s, certainly not Valentines Day. In fact, in eight days, I will acknowledge the first year since his passing. On what would have been 35 years from the day weContinue reading “Remembrances”
Always here
Are memories a way of keeping Burt near? His presence remains in my heart, but when I remember where we had been together, it’s as if he were actually with me, not just in spirit. Could I always have practiced this total recall? Was that much always available to me? And where do these memoriesContinue reading “Always here”
Burt’s watch
Nostalgia
Nostalgia by definition is the sentiment that has us living in the past. Reliving what was, wistful and perhaps teary. In my case, the emotion is always resolute. I experience my reminisces with gratitude, glad to be reminded. The Banc has been here on the corner of 30th and 3rd for many years. Burt andContinue reading “Nostalgia”
FOMO
While listening to the New Yorker‘s in depth story on Willie Nelson, I was moved. Nelson is clearly impressive, not just as a cultural treasure, and as a performer, but also as a human being. There’s a lot I had not known about Willie Nelson. I was not a fan, in the sense of oneContinue reading “FOMO”
Summer night
When the night sky is so perfectI yearn to share it, to say look asI touch your cheek in the tenderSilence that is often the languageOf love. Intimacy needs no wordsWe caress those we love to urgeThem to see the beauty we know. Our caress is a whisper echoingThe perfection in the night thatSignals thisContinue reading “Summer night”
Through the years
Who was I as all my yearsAccumulated? The time isNot a continuum. It breaksInto small scenes, acts asDistinct as if each were aLife encompassed in 15 Minute skits, not all funny.Many poignantly true toLife. So much time passed,Passes unnoticed, goes Into a compartment, aMemory perhaps not alwaysRemembered as it shouldBe. I do know my lastContinue reading “Through the years”
Coffee?
This storefront reminded me that my “coffee quest” goes way back. As soon as I saw it, I was reminded that it had been a very cool coffee bar that Burt and I stopped at years back. Now that I think about it, Burt indulged me whenever I had wanted to try a new coffeeContinue reading “Coffee?”
How we grieve
Is mourning dependent on what we believe? Do our beliefs influence how we grieve? Is there something inexplicable about death, dying, and about mourning? My atheism runs up against my genuine sense that Burt’s always with me. I mean literally, I feel his presence. Spirits and souls are antithetical to the beliefs of an atheist. Yet, thereContinue reading “How we grieve”
