Letters to Tuvia#33 September 29,2015: Back to Myself, Mostly#Sol15

Morning T,

Finally, after walking in and around and out of Bed, Bath and Beyond maybe 5 times, I was focused and disciplined and took Joy with me to select a fresh comforter set for our bedroom.  I’m wondering if you would approve, but more important, I need to make the room feel more inviting and fresh for my sleeping at the house.

Not a bad look, right?

More fall sunshine, a ukelele lesson with Jon at the usual time, returning to my old routines, lunch at Hogan’s with Joy, shopping, therapy session, a quick return to the house, back to Rockland to meet up with Christine and yes, the day was full and productive.  I even got to practice a new tune after Jon left me.

Christine got a new tattoo.  I know you don’t really get the whole tattoo thing but you have to admit that her new one is a stunner.

We returned to a restaurant I have come to really enjoy for its creativity and the owner/chef would be someone you would appreciate but the food, hmm… maybe too funky for you.  Christine and I loved our dishes.  He sent out a dessert that I picked through to find just some strawberries and a bit of the excellent whipped cream.  We walked Nyack after dinner and I was able to digest the day, my session with Sandy and update Christine on the past month.  She remembers the last time she saw you, the last night of your time with us and glad she had that time with you.

She sent me this which a nice follow-up to my work today with Sandy, beginning to give language to the moments when you wave over me… We can call it the T-wave.



8 thoughts

  1. Successful shopping, nice comforter! What makes the dishes funky? 🙂 Waves of grief, a perfect descriptor for what anyone in mourning experiences. Slowly days develop their own rhythm.

  2. The bedroom looks good, Bonnie, so pretty and light. I love the piece about waves of grief, certainly true for me. They do get smaller, but once in a while a big one hits hard, unexpected, but it’s there. Now I realize that it’s okay to sit and remember, but earlier I think I tried hard to avoid because there were so many “waves”. Hugs to you, Bonnie, always thinking about you, and today, thank you for this new idea to contemplate.

  3. One day at a time…one thing at a time. Waves come in all sizes…some lift you up and some knock you down. With either, we get up and move on once the wave has passed. Thoughts are with you.

  4. Bonnie, I think you are doing a beautiful job of trying to live in your grief and honoring Tuvia’s memory at the same time. Much peace to you.

    By the way, I have that bedding, too! It’s brought me plenty of peaceful nights of sleep; I pray it brings you the same.

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