The Spirit of Adventure.
When I was away overnight with my mom, I got home to discover that Michael had slept on the couch. He didn’t want to sleep in our bed without me. Thirty-seven years together and I can count the nights we have been separated on two hands. The dishes were still in the sink but the rest of the house was picked up. He did a good job.
I think that has been the hardest thing for me to deal with – the thought of dying and leaving Michael alone. I hope his memories bring him comfort after a while but my heart just breaks thinking of him alone like Carl.
“Thanks for the adventure, now have a new one.”
While watching “UP," I was hoping that we all could live life as colorfully as Kevin the Snipe and have a dog like Dug.
And he had to let the house go. And begin again.
And I sopped again at the end.
PS Fenton’s Creamery is a famous landmark. 226 Piedmont Ave., Oakland. Swing by when you’re in town.
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