It’s been just about a year since my last post, the one wherein I said we were headed into uncharted territory. I was not wrong. I set this blog aside, knowing my energy was needed elsewhere. I was not wrong there, either.
On March 19, 2022, my sweet Mr. Dewey breathed his last. I will post about that, about those last months, days, minutes, and about my transition from the living grief of loving someone with a terminal illness to the abiding one, softened by an enduring love.
I hope it will be of help to anyone who needs it.
Lewy, Dewey and me 
You write beautifully. I can see this becoming a very comforting book for anyone grieving a loss, or being in anticipatory grief. Keep writing as if each message is a chapter. Thank you for sharing this with me.
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Snad, I just read through your writings. I think you and I share a similar journey with our husbands. Ron died last May 17, after a 3 week period of home hospice. Your writing touched me in many ways. I, too, have regrets about the care I gave him through those years of Covid, but deep down I know I did my best (and I think you do, too). He really was my guy for 53 years. I still have my kids, other family and friends, but I really want him. He was my sounding board, my partner. I miss him so much.
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