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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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.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Summer Ends

As it does every year. There's a slight chill in the air, even during the day. And it smells different, a bit fresher, crisper. The sun is not as warm. It is getting darker, earlier, already. All of a sudden, summer seems over. And it is not yet Labor Day. I used to absolutely adore the beginning of fall, and all that would portend....... new school clothes, supplies, class schedules, activities. Football. All that. Now, the end of summer brings with it a tinge of sadness. The shorter days that eventually arrive. An empty house. The gray dampness that becomes winter. And stays winter for oh so long. Summer goes out quietly, ever so softly, but quickly, it seems. One day, you are on the beach in a towel, the next, walking briskly wrapped in a sweater. It's a difficult time, this last week of summer. I suspect it always will be. Remembering......wanting to leave that time behind, yet wanting to keep it, safe. Wanting it to be over, this limbo end of summer time, but wanting to hang on. Bittersweet, when summer ends.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Kooza!

Had the pleasure of seeing Cirque De Soleil, Kooza tonight. It is magical and wonderful and awesome and and why was I the only one in tears at the end? I think it has to do with being left, alone, in the dark...one lone clown character, wistfully letting his kite go... up, into the darkness...one shining light.....gone. And I cried. Lou would have loved this show, he would have. And, I think he would have cried, too.