Love and grief

I wear my grief on my sleeve likeA badge on a soccer uniformI hope that the love is a secondPatch also obvious, also on mySleeve. Love and grief commingle,Intertwined, intermingled, linkedIn tears and smiles, in the joy ofHaving you still with me. I see theGlimmers of who you always were.I mourn losing all the rest.Continue reading “Love and grief”

Equivocal grief

I have been doing my shareOf grieving lately. I say shareAs if it were an apportionedAmount. A pinch of salt, dashOf cardamon. Measure yourGrief in a beaker, a basket, byThe pound or a bushel. I doNot even know what a bushelIs. There’s the song, “I love youA bushel and a peck,” it adds”A hug aroundContinue reading “Equivocal grief”

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”

Early signs

I was inspired by Cynthia Malone’s journal Slammered to look back a bit. I am calling our endeavors a literature of grief. I couldn’t put Cindy’s moving account down until I finished reading.* Grieving is a normal response to loss and so we grieve even before the final separation. Caregiver Teleconnections offered excellent guidance forContinue reading “Early signs”

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