It occurs to me in passing that I no longer walk normally down steps. Its a thought that comes to me as I see a young woman pick her way downstairs. On its heels, the memory that Burt would warn me to hold the railing. Don’t be a štarker, he’d said. I guess that translatesContinue reading “Step by step”
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A journal for the journey
Sometimes, when someone reports they liked one of my posts, I go back and reread it. This takes me back to days or events I may have forgotten. I wish I could conjure the sweet incident I described in Call and Response. I am grateful to get to read about it. It was heartening to learn thatContinue reading “A journal for the journey”
Those last months
Today, thanks to those of you who’ve read my archive of writings in the last few days, I was led to revisit some blog posts from January 2025. These were documenting the last days of our journey. I know that now, so my re-reading was extremely poignant and tearful. I am so grateful for thisContinue reading “Those last months”
You didn’t ask….
Unsolicited advice. I know! you never want to hear it. If you think about it, you probably don’t want to give it either. This entire blog is an exercise in giving advice. The advice I give is from my experience during a heart-wrenching journey with Lewy Body. No one asked, but I am here telling.Continue reading “You didn’t ask….”
As memory serves…
As time slips by, it becomes easier to remember the time before dementia came into our lives. After all, there were so many years in those before-times and so many wonderful memories from all those years. During Burt’s illness, there were good times and difficult times. In other words, the last few years left meContinue reading “As memory serves…”
This was our life
I’ve already made my grieving more public than is seemly. I continue to mourn in writing as a heads up for those of you who may experience a similar circumstance. An unnecessary heads up, I admit. We all grieve differently. Also, we each face our grief differently at different times as we mourn. I feelContinue reading “This was our life”
Another one of our hangouts
It always struck me as an odd place for it, but there’s a hotel on 92nd off 1st. Burt and I often took a walk along the East River Esplanade. We would wind up in its lobby when got past Gracie Mansion. It was a pit stop. Now, I sometimes go into the lobby onContinue reading “Another one of our hangouts”
More in the memory dept.
As I leave lunch at Old John’s, I pass Merkin Hall and think Burt and I went there a few times. Of course we did. We went to just about every concert hall in town.
Your story
Memory fades. Not just yours, my dear which was strangely altered and crippled by the dementia with which you suffered. Everyone’s. It, like the hearing of which couples complain, can be selective. Or just inaccurate. It was a gift to me when you recounted so much of your life story to me. Some of itContinue reading “Your story”
Going to the movies
It seems that Burt and I, having gone on our first date and with our second one scheduled for the Sunday, saw Pretty Woman on Saturday night, separately and at different movie theaters. I saw it with my friend M. Burt, as I recall went on his own. This memory of our early history cameContinue reading “Going to the movies”
this is our life 