Lessons from Lou

This blog is about my journey through the brain tumor world with my dear husband, Lou. While not a journey I would wish on even my worst enemy, it is a journey that has enlightened and awakened me to what lies within us, and around us, each and every moment of each and every day. There are lessons here....lessons in this journey.....lessons from Lou....that I would like to share with you.

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Location: Chicago, Illinois

Picture of Lou (sick) and I at a party, circa 2005, long ago and faraway. I'm now a middle aged widow, trying to get my life back together. Mother of two young adult sons, living with two adult cats.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Scenes of Summer

Summer in Chicago is the best. Millions of people sit together in the park to watch awesome fireworks while listening to the symphony perform all the traditional favorites. The beaches are filled with sunbathers, volleyball players, toddlers with sand toys and big boys and girls too. This year, they've planted palm trees on "my" beach. A bit strange against the skyscraper backdrop but hey, why not. Then of course, there's the Cubs. 'Nuff said, I don't want to jinx it. And we have gorgeous farmers markets all over the city, but THIS year, I am growing my own tomatoes right up here on the 58th floor, see?? Who knew? Summer is good. This summer is good. There's only one problem with summer. Lou died at the end of it. And so, every now and then, I catch myself as I'm enjoying summer. It happens at dusk, at the end of a lovely summer day. When the sky turns from clear blue to violet to misty gray, and the day melts into the lake. It catches me then. That feeling of time slipping away. Of life slipping away, as it did, that summer day. We always want summer days to last forever, don't we?


Blogger Annie said...

I didn't realize you had continued blogging...I'm very glad you did. I'm quickly approaching the 1 year anniversary of Ron's passing (2 weeks today), it has been tough but I'm seeing how easier it is to remember him and smile instead of cry.

Oh and I actually don't think I've been on the 58th floor of anything...nothing that big around where I live (Northern, BC)!!

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Blogger Susan said...

Wow Cathy, you capture the poignancy of summer's end beautifully. I love this post.

My father died just before Christmastime, when I was young, and over twenty years later every Christmas light and carol and snowflake is special because I know to stop and cherish every moment of it.

Some gifts are painful but still very precious. I love your blog and am glad to find it. Enjoy your palm trees and good luck to the Cubs!

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