Why do we talk about love so much? I know why I talk about it, to wit We know that the Christmas season could be called the season of love. But, let’s look at some other seasons… in Spring, we say, a young man’s fancy turns to love. Don’t we fall in love with theContinue reading “Love is in the air”
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Say it again.
We all need to hear it often. Did I say it as often as I should have? Or, could have? We, none of us, believe we are loved. We need to hear it often. I love you, I would say, to Burt. I truly did, yes, do, love him. Often, he’d raise an eyebrow inContinue reading “Say it again.”
Protected
Were you my protector? Perhaps. Yes, I can see you in that light; as My companion, and the one holding Me tight, your arms a protective Circle, you by my side, caring and Guiding. Protecting me, you, my Champion always by my side. You Were my protector. Yes, and my Companion, my friend, my loverContinue reading “Protected”
The journey
As Burt’s dementia proceeded, I noticed aspects of his character I had not noticed or paid attention to while he was well. These were not new; it was what he’d always had to offer. I just hadn’t noticed or paid attention to them before. His illness put me more in tune with him. Honestly, IContinue reading “The journey”
Our story
We met at a bar called Tramps on Friday, May 3rd in 1990. There had been a phone call on Wednesday during which we had made that date. Technically, we met on May 1, 1990, I guess, but according to our Beck love lore, it’s always been May 3rd, now 35 years ago. On Friday,Continue reading “Our story”
Love you. Love you more.
Love does not have a finite value. My love for Burt, unconditional, and I am sure he loved me more, as he often responded to my declaration of love. I always told him I loved him. When he became ill, this affirmation was not just more imperative in the moment, it was also clearer. IContinue reading “Love you. Love you more.”
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”
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”
More on that video
The combination of events, my uncovery of the video of Burt a day after our party for him, still tickles me. I am revisiting the occasion of our conversation, listening to it many times over. I also enjoy imagining it and retelling its script. It is rife with the essence of Burt. Chatty, relishing hisContinue reading “More on that video”
Another song
Losing you. A sad sad songOf loss. But not of love lost.You’re gone but our love, it’sWith me still. It will be with Me always. Our love, yoursFor me, fills my memories, My love for you, it’s forever.When I awake saying as I do,I love you Burt. I know I am Lucky, so very lucky.Continue reading “Another song”
this is our life 