Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Birthday Wishes.

Happy 58th birthday, John.  Buon Compleanno.  June 5, 1959    Had coconut cake, but sorry, not your favorite....cheap white grocery store cake with strawberries on top.  Love you in spite of that!


 
John and Harry in our trailer in Truro.  Right cake but no strawberries.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

John has been gone for three years now.  Harry is getting old and it seems that it will not be long before he joins John in his urn, as John wished. We are in a new home where the culture is so different from where John, Harry and I spent our lives together, and with everything being so different, it makes the time without John that much harder.  John, of course would have hated this new existence.  Sponge baths instead of hot showers, miles from a big cultural center.  Lots of work on the house that needs to be done.  Nothing is finished.  Well, in time it will all settle down, but I remember why we did not do a lot of camping out and travel to the big parks in the US.  He was going nowhere that there was not a big bathtub! 
The land here is very fertile.  It lends itself to beautiful gardens, which is what I am working on. That is something I can accomplish without a lot of money.  So, it is all very satisfying to accomplish something at least.  And it is fun to think each night when Harry is sleeping in a chair and I am bathing in a Pitcher and Bowl that John is up there thinking just how glad he is not to have to do that!
I would give anything John, if you were here to complain, because even in complaining, you were great to have around, especially when you could be placated by a nice big pan of Italian food.  I guess you would be happy after all...I do a lot of pizza and spaghetti here.



 

 

Thursday, January 19, 2017

To live in hearts we leave/ is not to die.



Thomas Campbell

Monday, September 14, 2015

A STRANGE STORY FOR OUR SECOND ANNIVERSARY

This story did not make a complete circle till I related the first part to John's sister Sally Kelley.
I did not remember doing this at all, but I guess that in my grief, on the night he died, I went outside and picked a last little sprig of Bleeding Heart, and put it in John's hand.

About a year after John died, I had put the left over ashes from Sally's reserve into the sand at Provincetown.

I had sealed one of John's little boxes with a small amount of ashes and we buried them in the family burial plot.

So there was a tiny bit of ash left over, when I visited my sister in Maine.  We put it into her garden at the base of her Bleeding Heart plant.

Today was OK for me, but I kept myself very busy so far.  A little Italian beef stew, still to get the potatoes, and working on the tiny house in the yard to keep occupied  It worked.

Then I returned a call from my sister.  She did not remember that it was our second anniversary today.  She just related what was going on today.  She said that her Bleeding Heart plant was doing its normal thing.  This time of year they turn yellow, and slowly die down to the ground till next year.  She said that as this one yellowed, every branch had sprouted a tiny Bleeding Heart plant between the divisions in the branches.  And on each one were tiny Bleeding Heart blossoms.  Something neither of us had ever heard of before.

Thanks John...Happy Anniversary to you too. 

Monday, July 13, 2015

I Do



"Death is just another path, one that we all must take." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Friday, June 19, 2015