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 (on repeat)”
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You Sit with Me
I imagine you at a table in The café in Sotheby’s, oneWhere an older couple sitsAs I pass. I imagine you asYou eat a tuna sandwich weBuy at Pret. I say imagine,Not remember, imagine is A more vivid word. It is ofThe present and I see youIn the present. You are myGift, my treasure. IContinue reading “You Sit with Me”
Some days
My grief regimen has been to keep really busy. There are some days that the activities don’t take me out in the whirlwind. I was feeling guilty those days, and then I thought, Why? It’s ok to stay home listening to an audio book or podcasts, writing or drawing. It’s ok to just be. AtContinue reading “Some days”
