Some days, Burt is so intensely missed that I walk around in a miasma of loss. That’s on one day, and it’s fine. It is inevitable that that feeling will come or go or both at once. Today, I miss him but I’m digging into memories. With the memory the miasma lifts; I am notContinue reading “Good advice”
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Burt and I
Mourning and loss isn’t an illness. We don’t want to recover from it. We don’t expect to recover. We do, of course, hope to get past the initial shock and sadness. But the loss, that’s now and forever. The loss is permanent. Burt’s not coming back. I mourn that loss. It saddens me to have toContinue reading “Burt and I”
Quiet
The house is very empty without Burt’s presence. After he passed, I changed its configuration, flipping bedroom for livingroom. There is a kind of hush over both rooms. In many ways, it doesn’t feel like it was his house these last few years. Well, that’s not completely true; actually the big brown chair – hisContinue reading “Quiet”
When I met Burt
Burt lamented that his address had changed from 555 West 42nd Street when mgmt put the front entry on W43rd. [Note that they have given the address to the ensite theater, see below.] Soon after we met, his address changed again from the 500 block in midtown west to the 500 block on E72nd. WhileContinue reading “When I met Burt”
I heart you
Burt understood that when I bought him yet another hat, or one more shirt, it meant I loved him. It’s the heart is a materialistic muscle approach but I did buy him colorful garb out of love. I wanted him dressed in nice shirts or hats he loved. I knew the hats [especially] would pleaseContinue reading “I heart you”
Remembering
Keeping memories alive requires little effort; something will spark recall; often it will be random. It also takes concentration as random things pop in then out. I regret the lapses as much as I treasure the remembrances. Let’s be frank, the lapses are far more wrenching. They bring out guilt– how could I forget? — missingContinue reading “Remembering”
The Firehouse
Back in the neighborhood with the reminiscent firehouse, I am early^* for Fresh Tracks at New York LiveArts. Once again I am reminded about Burt’s encounter with the fireman all those yeats ago. ^*I went extra early with the intention of snacking and sitting at Ama Vita on W19. It’s closed on Saturdays?¿ Of course,Continue reading “The Firehouse”
No surprise
She could no longer sneak outWith him to see the world throughHis fresh eyes; one blue, one withA small cloud of the nevus, brown;Eyes, opened wide with the surpriseOf knowing she loved him, of howMuch she loved him, surprise andDelight. His delight, recognized soSuddenly, and so often, delighted Her; it was a shared delight inContinue reading “No surprise”
Midtown west
Our old stomping ground After the hard years, I get to remember and celebrate all the good years New York City Center has been restored beautifully. It’s a bright elegant spot even with all the superb theatrical venues the City sports. I have been a habituée for longer than you need to know. [Hey, itContinue reading “Midtown west”
To soothe
Burt loved tap and step dance, healthy Burt did. Burt during dementia gave Irish step a pass, at least he did on St. Paddy’s in 2023. I was reminded of this last night while watching a snippet of very enjoyable step dance at New York Irish Center. In deference to the many times we enjoyedContinue reading “To soothe”
this is our life 