Originally Posted December 9, 2018Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me … Continue reading Death Is Nothing At All
"Je ne sais pas où va mon chemin mais je sais que je marche mieux quand ma main serre la tienne."- Alfred de Musset (1810–57)I do not know where my path is going, but I know that I walk better when my hand holds yours.
At a time when we were unaware, Rocco chose a plastic bin of mine on the floor to lift his leg over and urinate on. He is a well trained dog and this was unexpected--so unexpected, he kept his secret for what might have been an entire day or two. The bin was one of … Continue reading My Dog Peed on My Mother’s Obituary
Gripping my cell phone, I struggled to find the right words to tell Dan how scared I was. Since I had arrived that evening after work, my mother had been unable to speak to me again. I stood at the end of the hallway in the wing of her temporary care unit at Riverview in East … Continue reading December 8, 2016