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The Friday after Thanksgiving was unseasonably warm here in what otherwise is known as the Icebox of Connecticut. Being on a Thanksgiving break from school, Serena could fill in for me as I took a long walk, a walk to … Continue reading
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06:38 – I awake, kiss Cindy on the cheek and whisper “I love you.” She gives a small, involuntary sigh, the human version of a cat’s purr. I love that sigh of hers. I stay in bed as Cindy continues … Continue reading
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While practicing the fourth movement for the American Discovery project tears started to well up. This was the movement I composed while we were hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, thus the most likely to cause tears. To hold them back … Continue reading
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Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. These are not the footsteps of an Expedition Woman in her prime, or even of Cindy’s footsteps just three months ago. This awkward, heavy “plop” is the footstep of someone with advanced Alzheimer’s, as we … Continue reading
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We enter the bank to get some cookies (available on Fridays) and one of the tellers calls out “Hi, Cindy!” Next we are at the post office to get the mail; Cindy standing in the middle of the room with … Continue reading
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I pour Cindy a mug of coffee, add a spoonful of raw sugar and a splash of coconut milk, then wait for the drink to cool a little. The wait also allows me to assess the best moment to hand … Continue reading
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On a recent morning during breakfast the song “Ruby Jean and Billie Lee” by Seals and Croft came up on the iPod. This song sometimes moved me to tears when I listened to this same iPod in our tent on … Continue reading
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This past weekend my brother Bob and wife Jill came down from New Hampshire to visit us. They dropped by four consecutive days, Friday to Monday. The highlight was the games we played on Sunday afternoon, when yours truly might … Continue reading
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Usually I am well aware of Cindy lying next to me during the night. Unless she is in a deep sleep her body twitches, or even when she is still I can tell she is breathing because she invariably makes … Continue reading
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At one point I was concerned that Cindy might have an “accident.” Cindy, our daughter Serena, her boyfriend Kevin and I were gathered around the kitchen table playing a card version of “Family Feud.” Just as with the television version, … Continue reading
