
I am expressing my love for you in my paintings and my writings which are the two important things in my life. It took a secret of my heart to remind me that there is always time enough to remember but there is never time enough to commemorate what we cherish, unlesss we pause to observe....
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Easter Makeover

Monday, April 25, 2011
My Husband Died

Have I told you my husband died?
I must have.
I told everyone.
I told them not for attention or the cordial "I'm sorry" that usually follows.
I say it to myself again and again to remind me that he is gone.
I avoid thinking about him.
I also say it so people don't think I’m a divorcee.
I don't know why that bothers me, but it does.
And I am now a widow.
I usually don't give a rat's fat ass what people think about me, except for that.
He died.
He died and left me.
He's gone.
Never coming back.
We wanted to live together for another 20 years.
I didn't think it was possible to think about someone as many times a day as I think of him.
Where do I go from here?
How do I start over?
Star over??? Yes, I have to. I want to.
It's creeping up on the one year mark next month.
A year.
I've been with him since 44.
I had a moment over the weekend where I wanted to text him.
I wanted to talk to him.
I wanted him.
That only lasted a split second then my belly sank.
I cried.
A few days before he died, he called me from his handy.
He said he missed me.
I think I did well.
I think.
But he is engrained in my inner being.
In my soul.
He is a part of me.
He is a part of everything I see.
Without him, there would've never been an 'us.'
It's like his blood flows through me.
It's like he breathes into my lungs.
No one would breathe into his lungs.
I haven't had a dream about him in a long time.
I keep saying 'my husband.'
I don't have a husband.
Should I say, 'My late husband'?
Have I told you my husband died?
Friday, April 22, 2011
When You Are Ready


Be Honest

The question this week was why people cannot be honest with each other. I have been doing the online dating thing for almost six months now. I have found what most people have found : that sometimes you meet someone, and then they suddenly disappear without a word. Or they were chatting and having a good time with you, and suddenly the rhythm change to being less available and giving lots of excuses.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Compassionate Heart

I remember how Norbert had stayed positive – all the way. He surrendered to his disease and allowed me to take care of him and do most of the personal and basic things with the exception of breathing and swallowing his food.
When I think again, he had always been a very independent person, how did he fight all this? He told me, as first he was ashamed of many things that he could no longer do, like run, sit of floor and pray. He forgot what culture wanted out of him. He had ignored culture much of his life, anyway and decided not to be ashamed and what was the big deal anyway?
He began to enjoy his dependency. He enjoyed being manicured and pedicured. He loves when I rubbed lotion all over his body and massaged his legs. He reveled in it. He usually closed his eyes and soaked it up. And it felt very familiar to him he says, like going back to being a child again. Someone to bathe you and kiss you and be with you all the time. I tend to agree with him. We all have that ‘child’ thing in all of us and should now remember how to enjoy it.
I love to be a ‘mother’ to him. I used to hold him, rock him, stroke his head to sleep. We all yearn in some ways to return to those days when we were completely taken care of – unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn’t get enough.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Desperate Heart - AC5

