We were in a world of our own, a perfect world we created together.
We jealously guarded the world, only letting in close family members. Only going to a few social events if they really struck our fancy. Otherwise, our home, our car, our forays to diners and restaurants were solo. They were us.
We refined our … Read the blog
From my letters to Rick, October 29, 2017
I haven’t written to you in a while. I’ve been talking to you all the time, though. We sit here chatting every evening, don’t we? You typically have nothing to say, but we both know I did most of the talking anyway.
I miss you.
Those words sure don’t convey the pain … Read the blog
I’m at work.
It’s 9:47 am, and suddenly I pictured being at the hospital with you.
Getting on the elevator at the medical center, you turn to me and jab at my stomach and I warn you that there are cameras watching your abuse.
Then we continue with the horseplay
I swat at you
Or I throw my … Read the blog
I just remembered the giant TV. We bought it at Best Buy after my parents said we could borrow their empty Discover card. You were flabbergasted that they would come down and offer it to us. They lived in the apartment a few doors down and they came to visit just to offer the card. They knew we … Read the blog
Since you died, I’ve been amassing photos, videos, and even one voice recording I found. I’ve found things you’ve written – in longhand – and in google docs or Word.
I’ve gathered anything and everything that can keep your memory fresh.
Right now, I’m doing an Amazon Prime photo backup and seeing pictures I haven’t seen in a … Read the blog
I just made eggs for breakfast.
You used to do this for me every day before I left for work. You’d ask, “Do you want breakfast?” and I’d say, “Yes, please.” And you’d make three scrambled eggs in a small pan while I showered, and dressed, and ran to catch up because, as usual, I’d overslept.
Meanwhile, you’d … Read the blog
Jo asked me if I was better off after losing you than I was before we met.
We were talking finances, and the answer is yes.
But how many other ways am I better off today?
You told me so often how intelligent I was, how beautiful, how sexy, how talented. You disparaged others who didn’t appreciate me as an … Read the blog
We did everything together.
I sit here mourning your death, and I think, who would understand this pain? We did everything together. Since you retired in 2011, you’d drive me to work in the morning, pick me up and take me to lunch, then pick me up and take me home.
On Fridays, I worked from my home office, and … Read the blog
You thought you couldn’t live without your Aunt Pat
You thought you couldn’t live without your mom
You thought you couldn’t live without your dad
And now Rick
It gets harder and harder as people leave you. Your special support system. Those who loved you like no other person ever did.
And I type this on the Chromebook you made … Read the blog
Twenty years. We missed each other for a few, early on, when we lived apart. Why did we waste that time?
I sit here alone in the living room, wishing you were next to me. I dread going to bed, the empty bed.
What a journey we’ve had. You’ve taken me to incredible heights and depths. It was a crazy … Read the blog