Grief – Lewy, Dewey and me

Put the Best of the Worst on First, My Friend

That line is from a song written by John Hartford – a nonsensical patter song with a driving rhythm. These early days of grief are a lot like that; words and thoughts and emotions tumble and roll, often making no sense, yet driving one on. Snatches of sentences punctuated the dark like lightning, both comfortingContinue reading “Put the Best of the Worst on First, My Friend”

What a Difference a Year Makes

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 willContinue reading “What a Difference a Year Makes”