Burt’s journey has ended. My journey continues without him. Or perhaps by dint of remembrance, with him, just kind of looking out for me. Like he always did. Part of my portmanteau now is recording what was. Both the orts and the epic. I know my friends expected me to tell tales of Burt at theContinue reading “Some stories”
Category Archives: memories
Loving Burt. Losing Burt.
As I enjoyed the fantastic Max Pollak Group tap, I had the memory of Burt tapping along as we watched a dancer on tv. He was seated in his big brown chair. His feet were dancing along. Burt loved tap dancing. He would have loved this show. In some ways, he was there enjoying withContinue reading
Busy
Keeping busy helps me work through my grief. It also takes me away from the business of my grieving. Grief need not be avoided and often the busy-ness of my days skirts the pain of my grieving. While Burt was ailing busy was intricate to mourning. There was a relentless gradual loss. Now, busy isContinue reading “Busy”
Crossing 67th. Etc
As the day passes Some pictures I took of him when we were watching the river:
The Park
My friend greeted me by the lobby door and said go to the park, everything’s in bloom. Good plan for this aimless Easter Sunday. My route was to come in at 67th. And there were the memories. Burt and I frequented The Park. My path today was full of old stories. My Sunday in theContinue reading “The Park”
Bubbling up
Two weeks before my planned celebration to honor Burt, I find little reminders in his honor. I am organizing my living space, with no wish to eliminate any of the reminders. You might argue that disposing of Burt’s jackets and sneakers can be seen as a way of eliminating reminders. Throwing out his things isContinue reading “Bubbling up”
Coincidence
Getting ready for a shredding event, as I cleaned out papers, I found Burt’s discharge from rehab. The date was, apparently 2/25/2023, just two years to the day before his death this year. A coincidence that I found such a jolting reminder. I had completely forgotten the exact date when he’d come home. It feltContinue reading “Coincidence”
Tickaboom
Burt loved tickets. I think I have shared the joke before: he said he liked getting tickets better than going to the show. Be that as it may, we went to most of the shows for which we had tickets. Tickets were a big deal and I think it had to do with his childhood.Continue reading “Tickaboom”
It went so fast
In a rambling dinner conversation, Burt’s favorite aide [and mine] and I inevitably spoke of him. His idiosyncracies over the rules of laundry and eager attendance to the mailbox were still part of daily living when she began. Only toward the end, in the last few months, did Burt think I was just never here. MyContinue reading “It went so fast”
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