#days-in-the-life – this is our life

Isn’t It Romantic

I am a romantic. It was not always thus. I had once been a self-prescribed pragmatist. I wouldn’t be surprised if life with Burt is what turned me into a sentimental sort. I’m sure it has. When we met, I was determined to find a life partner. I was lonely living alone and it was time. IContinue reading “Isn’t It Romantic”

Burt’s life

I did not prepare an obituary for Burt. Not even for the May 3rd memorial celebration of life. Who he was is laid out in the pages of this blog, even though you’re meeting him during his journey in illness. I have sprinkled memories from the before among my posts. Some of you knew himContinue reading “Burt’s life”

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”

Braving his fears

Burt had always seemed to be a “scaredy cat.” As his dementia progressed, he was fearful of the many dogs in our building. He would shoo them and then regret his rudeness and make his peace with their owners. He worried loudly when he participated in his PT or when we moved him in hisContinue reading “Braving his fears”

Love, always

I said I love you but wonderedIf you heard me. I didn’t knowIf you heard me when I said itBefore, in those last few days,But I do know you heard me. You will always know that I Love you. Always. I said it toRemind us both, then. I loved You, then as I love you, now.Continue reading “Love, always”

Routines

It occurs to me that in the five long five short years during which Burt suffered at the hands of Lewy, we lived a lifetime of routines. We watched Lawrence Welk every week. We had television dates. For a while we went to the park all the time. We had a weekend outing every SaturdayContinue reading “Routines”