tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39589504589633940042024-03-13T13:18:59.840-07:00Life is More Than Sound BitesA soliloquy on life's foibles, faults and virtuesLife is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.comBlogger315125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-18678867911226848292024-02-14T13:02:00.000-07:002024-02-14T13:02:11.330-07:00My beloved Warren, the journey will continue until the end of time<p>Grief has lingered with me because without it, its absence shuts down almost every other emotion. It defines how I interact with family and friends, how I laugh, how I cry, how I go about my day, how I perform the tasks I have to do, how I live. My entire being has been buried in grief for so long, I have almost lost any semblance of who I am. It is the heavy chain that I live with and carry every day. It is the constant companion that guides my actions and emotions. Since it is now part of my soul and my very being, Grief and I have learned to tolerate each other while we walk down the same road of life as wary and not so welcome friends. </p><p>The journey I chose to deal with my grief was to pour my heart out through writing. As I look back through all that I've written, I realize just how therapeutic this exercise has been for me. The anger, hurt, devastation, fright, grief, feelings of tremendous loss - of the love, comfort, protection, happiness that I had known - had to go somewhere or my soul would have shriveled up until there was nothing of me left. </p><p>I have written so many posts chronicling first, our journey and then my journey, through the horrendous turn of events that took my beloved Warren from me and our sons. And through it all, I realized that we were never taught how to cope with sorrow when it comes. It feels like fear and I have learned to push it deep within my soul, so far deep that it only pops up every once in a while.</p><p>I am still filled with despair but I also am filled with the gratefulness of having had my cherished Warren in my life with his gentleness, his abiding love, his joy of living, his infectious laughter. </p><p>I'm so happy to know that I had his love for the 51 years we were married and the 4 years before, from the time we met. There is no past tense here. He was and still is the love of my life and I will love him to the end of forever.</p><p>To Ethan and Abbott, Dad has left you a legacy of love, kindness, caring and laughter which, I'm happy to see, defines who you are. I see and hear Dad in everything you do which gives me enormous pride and joy. </p><p>And to My Darling Warren, I feel your loss so acutely, still. I continue to hurt and my broken heart will never heal but that must be a sign that my love for you still lives. I am so thankful for all the years we got to walk together, you and I, sharing love and laughter, every minute of every day. For as long as I live, you will be packed tightly within my heart and soul, for I found comfort in your embrace, love in your heart and home in your eyes and arms. And I am so grateful for the thousands of wonderful memories that bring you back to me as I keep reaching back for yesterday.</p><p>So, here's to the memories of a life beautifully lived, a love story so extraordinary that it continues to live on and that what mattered most is that I had you and you had me.</p><p>Copyright © 2024. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-41219567971372880072023-01-02T09:05:00.001-07:002023-01-25T22:35:57.871-07:00I have not yet crawled out of the abyss, but....<p> I used to think I was a strong person. In many instances, I was. Now, not so much. It's been well over 2000 days since my beloved Warren died and two other losses have added to my misery. The most recent loss of my beautiful little Snuggles has left me in tatters. For the first time in 56 years, I am living alone. There is no other living, breathing entity living with me, in my house, providing joy, solace, happiness, giggles - all the wonderful things that living with my love and, over the years 6 puppies, provided. Sterling left me in 2020 and now Snuggles has gone to join him. </p><p>I miss them. What else is there to say? I know I will not get over these losses. I don't have to. I just have to figure out how to manage my sorrow. I'm doing the best I can.</p><p>The house is eerily quiet and the loneliness is suffocating. To add to the distress, I'm recuperating from a fractured hip and so my singular life has gone into slow-motion. The turn of events has slowed my attempts to crawl out of the abyss of self-pity, unhappiness, sorrow and anger. But I'm doing the best I can.</p><p>All is not as dark as it might seem, though. My two wonderful sons have managed to keep me sufficiently engaged along with a few very dear friends. And, as time goes by, I can see and feel progress toward a more normal life slowly creeping back into my consciousness. Loneliness and despair are slowly finding their way to the seats in back of the theater. My strength is gently and haltingly peeping over my shoulder. I'm doing the best I can.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcUZGf-nERQfmF5Pf7hHQL-7eUzJbfeYA50tgn0AUz6tLw9mGz2xaZFG2t6eXKNI_TyTmHOidnLB1W9gM0wCM_S-Y__hX6Mj4l9C65RD6S6PE2BGZMujKP9F7flbMd6ZGOiXL-x02nQOijQzw0d0pbygWrKlXEf8jyYjbV5_Uwf0J1jsBO6ae4Gkd/s2016/My%20Precious%20Snuggles-better.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcUZGf-nERQfmF5Pf7hHQL-7eUzJbfeYA50tgn0AUz6tLw9mGz2xaZFG2t6eXKNI_TyTmHOidnLB1W9gM0wCM_S-Y__hX6Mj4l9C65RD6S6PE2BGZMujKP9F7flbMd6ZGOiXL-x02nQOijQzw0d0pbygWrKlXEf8jyYjbV5_Uwf0J1jsBO6ae4Gkd/s320/My%20Precious%20Snuggles-better.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2023. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-73105015672857354312022-10-26T14:44:00.002-07:002022-10-26T14:44:52.575-07:00Let me tell you what I've learned <p>I've learned</p><p>- that laughter is that absolutely insatiable, most satisfying emotion, feeling, act of body-shaking, chortling, roaring, guffawing, snickering one can engage in with pure delight and happiness. And Warren provided that every day of his life.</p><p>- that when someone you love with all your heart and soul dies, they never really leave you. You hear their voice inside your head, tumbling around in conversation and you smile broadly while shaking your head in agreement and astonishment.</p><p>- that because of my beloved Warren, my life has been the best it could be. He made me whole, incredibly happy, cherished and safe.</p><p>- about intense anger at the reason he died.</p><p>- that it doesn't matter how much time goes by, grief is never-ending. There is no closure.</p><p>- the pain doesn't get any easier, it just changes with time.</p><p>- that tears pouring out of my soul can sometimes bring me a measure of comfort.</p><p>- that time is divided into before and after.</p><p>- that it's never time to say goodbye.</p><p>- that this is a journey only I can make - my way.</p><p>- that I wanted and needed him to stay forever, but he couldn't.</p><p>- that I can't hide my grief.</p><p>- that I am surrounded by family and friends who never, ever denied my feelings of utter despair and anguish, even after years have gone by.</p><p>- that our love affair continues and will until the end of time.........</p><p>Copyright © 2022. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-42929214244437573602022-09-15T07:03:00.001-07:002022-09-15T07:03:41.418-07:00I drive, I think....<p>Enclosed in the space of my SUV, my mind works overtime when I'm driving. It flits from thought to thought very quickly. </p><p>Driving recently with the usual tears dripping down my face, I thought: If I collected all my tears from the past five plus years, I could have wiped out the Arizona drought!</p><p>I can count on one hand the times I actually got to see some friends during the last two years and still have one finger left over. As a consequence, I've taken a lot of rides with Snuggles, just around the neighborhood for a change in scenery. And while I drive my mind goes back into the sweet memories but often the sad darkness descends. It's not something I can control. The thoughts I have bottled up come spilling out. </p><p>And when they do, I start my conversations with Snuggles. She's such a good listener! It's like a running commentary, reminding her of the times Warren and I used to drive over to the big park with her and Sterling so they could enjoy some new smells in a little different scenery. I actually describe to her some of the scenery we pass because she doesn't see well anymore. </p><p>As I pass a lot of restaurants Warren and I used to enjoy I think, "There's another one I won't be going back to." Eating in a restaurant by myself is not something I would do. At least I just don't have the courage to do it.</p><p>I was driving home from an errand I had to run when suddenly his smiling face appeared in front of me. I immediately started to cry, tears dripping down my face, my chest heaving with sorrow and not a sound came out of my mouth.</p><p>I sometimes cry quietly while driving. At least it starts out that way. But too often I end up screaming through my copious tears. I try to prepare myself when I know I will be driving somewhere. Even when errands had to be run, we almost always did it together so driving with the passenger seat empty presents its own melancholy memories.</p><p>It's been over five years, the heartache has diminished just a little, but the tears continue to dribble down my cheeks as I drive. I'm okay with that. I have to get the anguish out and I seem to be able to do that more easily in the privacy of my vehicle. It is a necessary outlet that allows me to resume breathing again. This grieving thing: it really hasn't gotten much easier for me with time, the pain of the loss has just become my companion. It has settled in and I'm learning to live with it, teardrop by teardrop. Grief has no time limit.</p><p>Copyright © 2022. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved</p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-9448116128145267642022-06-22T07:19:00.001-07:002022-06-22T07:19:52.703-07:00It's been five years......<p>From the time of the news of the diagnosis, there was never a moment when we thought he wouldn't beat this thing to a pulp. The choice of treatment was calculated out of intense and immense research and the course we took provided a good quality of life throughout the many months that followed.</p><p>Looking back now, even as we neared the end, we couldn't see around that corner. And even at the end, I never, not once, believed he would go. And when I hugged him and kissed him I didn't think it was goodbye. It took an instant to lose you. It will take the rest of my life to grieve.</p><p>With a love like ours, we always thought our lives together would be never-ending, that we would be together for the rest of our lives. But the realization is that he did live the rest of his life with me. And what a magnificent life it was. </p><p>When I think of the place where I found love, I think of being encircled in his arms, the place were I felt safe, warm, protected, cherished, cozy, snug, loved and incredibly happy. </p><p>My Darling, every minute without you has been excruciatingly painful deep within my heart. Time has changed nothing. I love you and miss you just as much as I ever did. I ache every day knowing you're not beside me. I carry within me your jokes and puns, your laughter and beautiful smile, your twinkling eyes, your loving touch. I keep my love for you deep within my soul, safe and everlasting.</p><p>I know you live on in the hearts of all you touched, especially our sons who miss you terribly. They channel you constantly with jokes and puns and are a constant reminder of the love we all shared. We are your legacy. We are your voice and you live on in us. Our sons honor you in everything they do.</p><p>It's been five years that I've missed your arms around me. But the flashbacks of those memories will have to do. Even though the sorrow will never fade away until my heart stops beating, all the memories, those sweet memories are gifts you send to allow me an instant to reflect, to breathe, to get lost in the moment and to remember your life. </p><p>I know you're watching over our sons and me. The love envelopes us like a beautiful cape. It's ever-present and comforting. </p><p>My wonderful Warren, I miss you, my Darling. We had the greatest love story and I continue to live it with the sweetest of memories.</p><p>Copyright © 2022. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-48970547172437027172022-06-12T14:13:00.000-07:002022-06-12T14:13:47.102-07:00It began with laughterIn the beginning....... When my brother Ed heard that I was dating Warren and really liked him, his reaction had me convulsed with laughter. His comment: "Warren? my fraternity brother? He looks like a taxicab with both of its doors open." He was referring to the fact that Warren's ears stuck out a little. But, so did mine! I knew it was all going to be good because Ed's reaction was priceless, funny and a portent of things to come.<div><br /></div><div>Laughter was a hallmark of our time together from the very beginning.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was not surprising that I recently found a yellow pad filled with jottings of joke lines, joke ideas and full jokes and puns while cleaning out a closet in our home office. It appears that he was preparing for a speaking engagement, I think, at the law school where he taught. I sat down to read them and was convulsed with laughter all over again, remembering when he would drop them on me, many at the most unlikely times. We laughed constantly. What a gift. When memories coming flooding back, they're always accompanied by his puns, jokes and his incredibly beautiful, sweet smile and his twinkling eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I talk to the boys about Warren's puns and jokes, they inevitably reply in like fashion. They both have inherited his penchant for jokes. Laughter and making people smile is part of their DNA.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the last thing he said to me (I won't write it here) was one of the most loving and hilarious things he ever could have said. I giggled inside hysterically and have that permanently etched in my mind and in my heart. I often call upon that memory when I'm in that dark place and the giggles bubble up from deep in my chest and it chases away the sadness, if but for a short while.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Copyright © 2022 Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-45974495579890467472022-03-24T09:54:00.000-07:002022-03-24T09:54:31.084-07:00Why am I cold?<p>All winter long, inside my house, I've felt cold. I had the thermostat at what I thought was a reasonable temperature but I always felt chilled no matter what it registered. It took me a while but it finally dawned on me. I felt cold because Warren's arms weren't around me. Yes, it's that simple.</p><p>We spent a great deal of time together, really together and his warmth emanated and radiated outward to encompass everything in its path. And I was usually in his path. He had an aura of wonderfulness about him and he made me feel safe, protected, incredibly loved and cherished. </p><p>I will never get used to missing his warmth ...his smile ...his love ...his voice ... his puns ... his laughter ...his brilliance ...his beautiful eyes ...his embrace ...his touch ...his everything...........</p><p>Copyright © 2022. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-90562129897850770592022-03-04T10:59:00.000-07:002022-03-04T10:59:23.444-07:00Music brings me back to a time....I listen to the current music used for a commercial (the theme from CHEERS) and I practically choke on tears because it brings me back to a time when life was good and a lot happier. I'm transported back to the time we spent in Boston and Cambridge during Warren's law school years before we were married and I marvel at the wonderfully funny and crazy things we used to do then. Enjoying going to coffee houses, listening to folk singers, walking through Harvard Square with friends, law school dorm parties. And sometimes, on a Saturday night, me just sitting in his dorm room reading while he studied with music on low in the background. What an insanely happy time that was.<div><br /></div><div>But then, we did a lot of funny and crazy things throughout our lives together. We toured the west for thirty days one summer, courtesy of the Air Force which allowed its officers thirty days of leave each year. So, during the trip, in one of the national parks, I fell into a mud hole up to my knees while I was running to get a photo of a moose! (I got the photo!) I managed to get the attention of a bear who was begging for bread. As he loped over to me, I had to scramble to get into the car and away from his reach! Warren was calmly sitting in the car, doubled over with laughter. We drove through the Wawona Tree, the famous giant Sequoia in Yosemite, the summer before it fell in February of 1969 from an overload of snow. And on this trip we found out that deer and chipmunks love Cheez-its. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I hear music from that time, the 60's, and the memories come flooding back, I smile and my heart soars because I'm right back there, enjoying all the love and happiness again. Memories like that are wonderful things because they soothe an aching heart. And I will be forever grateful that we made so many of them filled with love and giggles.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Copyright © 2022 Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-34928757113440439392021-12-31T08:42:00.002-07:002021-12-31T10:30:03.439-07:00So, continuing that Dash..........<p>We made it to the end of the line that was created for us as a couple. But I still feel that the line should have been much, much longer because we had plans for when we entered our doddering old age! I'm getting closer to the end of that Dash I wrote about so long ago in August of 2016. </p><p><a href=" https://www.lifeismorethansoundbites.com/2016/08/that-dash-is-not-some-esoteric-concept.html"> https://www.lifeismorethansoundbites.com/2016/08/that-dash-is-not-some-esoteric-concept.html</a></p><p>As I reflect on the time I've lived through since my beloved Warren died, I'm acutely aware of all the things we didn't get a chance to do, the places we didn't get a chance to go, the experiences we didn't get a chance to have. We had plans. BUT..........</p><p>I also reflect on the kind of life we were able to live: the places we lived, some courtesy of the US Air Force and the sightseeing we did during those years with the accompanying beautiful memories. We really had an extraordinary life. We lived at 16 different addresses in six states. And in each state we had adventures. We've been to thirty-four states in our travels. We've been to Mexico, Canada and Bermuda. And, damn, we had FUN!</p><p>Recently, though, as I was driving, an intense feeling of wanting to go home washed over me. But all I could think of was where's home? Where would I go? Images of cities we've lived in raced through my mind's eye like a film strip running through a camera. Where I currently live is just a house, it's not the home it once was. A home is where the people you love dwell - with you. A home is where you get to hug and kiss those you love. A home is not the things in it. It's the people and pets who live there. The home I remember is fading little by little but I still have Snuggles to hug and kiss and Abbott and Ethan when they're able to grace this house with their presence. For now, that and my sweet memories have to suffice.</p><p>So, as I live in this house that we established here to be near to our boys, and while I'm walking along that Dash of a road with its end in what I hope will be a very far distance, I keep reminding myself that we had the best of lives together, the best of life's experiences and the best of what LOVE has to offer. And while I walk along that road called DASH, I won't be alone. My beloved Warren is walking with me, right by my side, his arm around my shoulder or his hand strongly holding mine, just as he always did, just as he always will. I love you, my beloved, my darling Warren, just as I always have, just as I always will.</p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2021. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-62734802611076844022021-10-31T10:56:00.003-07:002021-10-31T18:18:58.866-07:00This is like a running commentary - a stage play that has no end.<p><span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Those words of endearment: Hon, Luv, Sweetie, Sweetheart, Darling. When you met the love of your life, how long before you were able to ease into using those words?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">We started out with just our names, or derivatives of them, then finding some special "pet" names we lovingly called each other. Those lasted throughout all our years together. But those terms of endearment eventually worked their way into our everyday lives as easily and as naturally as breathing. When we used them, it was as if we were being caressed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>𐩘<span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I saw an ad for an app that helps you find your quiet place. I live in a quiet place but the quiet can sometimes be deafening. I have resigned myself to the quietness, the feeling of emptiness, the sense that someone's missing, the daily activities that have changed. I sometimes feel like I'm drowning in loneliness.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">As I scroll through all the photos and videos on my phone, I remember all the days when life was sweet, loving, comforting, fun and safe. I have memories, through photos, all around me everywhere hoping I wouldn't feel so alone but...memories are great, still sometimes they're just not enough.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Whenever a memory reduces me to tears, I ask him: <b>"<i>Hey, my Luv. You're so brilliant. Why haven't you been able to figure out how to come back?</i>" </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've mentioned this before but I still talk to him like he's here because I'm surrounded by photos of him everywhere, the kitchen, the living room, our bedroom. Everywhere I turn I can see him. I even have photos on the dining table. And as I go about my day, the conversations continue. And sometimes, I can hear him, in my head, reply or make a comment. It seems so natural. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">𐩘</span>𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've had 3 working professions in my life: teacher, radio reporter and talk show host, law office manager. But the most rewarding and precious positions I ever had was as wife to the most wonderful human being who ever walked the face of the earth and mom to the two boys who, thankfully, have taken after their dad. Warren had an incredibly brilliant mind in so many areas beside the law, he was extremely kind, he took great delight in being an incorrigible punster and joke teller, he had the widest grin and most beautiful smile and the best twinkling eyes. All of this, I see in our sons.</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As the old song goes, "Good morning yesterday. You wake up and time has slipped away." Time did, indeed, slip away from us. We thought we had a lot more years to love together. And the years that were stolen from us have been ones of sweet memories and screaming nightmares, constant crying and swearing and many smiles at the photos, videos and voicemails. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">Shabbats are the worst for me. I don't light the candles anymore. That was the time we would stand together, his arm around my waist and we both would recite the blessing. I tried to continue to light them but it became too horrific for me. I would shake too much to light the candles and I would end up in a pile of tears unable to complete the task. So I gave up. I don't sip any wine anymore, either. And now, when I make challah, I make very small ones, enough for maybe one meal. And I have barely eaten at the dining table or at our kitchen table. I eat, hunched over, at the coffee table in front of the sofa, usually with Snuggles by my side hoping to share some of my meal. The joy is gone. And, slowly, I'm getting used to this.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">While I have really beautiful memories that sometimes sustain me, the worst memory is the moment of his passing. That scene jumps into my head and destroys me for the remainder of the day. Thank goodness it doesn't happen too of</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">ten, but it does happen. And it wracks my soul.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">I've been taking stock of how I'm getting through all this. I've concluded that as strong as I thought I was, I'm not that person. I've found different ways to cope but intense anger remains. I'm still learning how to hide that anger. When it bubbles up, I try to concentrate on all the kindness, graciousness, humor, brilliance and loving that was Warren's essence. That seems to calm me down, almost as if he's caressing me and whispering that it will be alright.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">I have cried every single day since he died. Every.......single.........day. I cannot control that. It just happens.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">While driving, I listen to music. I find my inner antenna catching familiar scenarios and I end up having conversations with the lyrics. The lyrics seem to be coming from him and I answer. Sometimes, the conversations can go on for miles! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">I've put away my dreams which actually were our dreams. They're locked up in a figurative box that now no longer has a key. And the box has been shoved deep, deep down into one of the millions of pieces of my broken heart.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">I'm missing an essential piece of my everyday life. There is no substitute. And that just cuts me to the quick.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">When is this continuous dwelling of his fight and passing going to let go of its strangling hold around my heart? And when will I learn how to handle it better than I've been able to do? I'm afraid the struggle, the sadness and the emotional upheaval will continue. Everyone's reaction is different but that's just the way it is with me. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"> 𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">𐩘</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;">I continue, but my heart sees happiness in every </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">conversation with our precious and wonderful sons. Abbott and Ethan continue to help me retain my sanity and bring much of Warren's essence into my life through their love, humor, smiles, caring and good counsel. They both inherited all of Warren's wonderful traits: they are an extension of him....Warren's gifts that keep on giving. And I know how lucky I am.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Copyright © 2021. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-23286881716184210302021-07-29T07:41:00.000-07:002021-07-29T07:43:21.762-07:00Into the fifth year<p> So, I am now into the fifth year of my incredible loss and I'm realizing that I have pushed my immense sorrow deep down into a pocket of my heart, safely tucked way, or so I think. I can now get through most of my waking hours without the feelings of dread and heartache that have consistently wracked my mind and body since my beloved Warren died. It never goes away though, it just changes. </p><p>For a long time I could not face his loss. My anger and bitterness overwhelmed me, mostly because of the cancer that took his life. He was a very healthy man and this was a punch in the gut that appeared out of the blue, no real warning, no clue....just there in the blink of an eye. How the hell does that happen? Thus my intense anger and rage which has been festering now, for years.</p><p>That smoldering anger has ruled my life and, slowly, I'm trying to let it go. I talk to him a lot. I listen to his videos and voicemails because I love the sound of his voice. I close my eyes and see him then. I sometimes smile and sometimes cry. But I'm thankful that I have them.</p><p>The apprehension I feel is exacerbated by my hold on the anger. So I continue to look for ways to release it. I've read books, I've talked to people and surprisingly, I've been able to assuage others in similar circumstances although I've not been able to do the same for me. It's disquieting and gives me palpitations but I keep trying. And I realize I feel this way because of the great love we had. I continue to feel that love, every single second that I breathe. </p><p>What I'm really trying to say here is that I'm not the same person I was, I'm really two people: the one who will forever internally mourn his loss with pain, agony, tears and deep sorrow and the other who shows a semblance of calm on the outside, never revealing what's deep down inside, presenting a normal facade to the public. It will never be okay on the inside but it will be okay on the outside. And I consider that another step forward. My ultimate goal is to find some peace. Working on it. </p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2021 Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-62220439012582593312021-06-22T06:36:00.000-07:002021-06-22T06:36:27.695-07:001461 days<p> It's been four years since my life was ripped apart, my heart was smashed into millions of pieces, my sons lost their best friend, and so did I. But during these 1461 days, I have seen Warren's strength, intelligence, sense of humor and love become so much more conspicuous through our sons, Ethan and Abbott. These two have channeled their dad so naturally and so completely that most of our conversations, texts and emails have us convulsing in laughter. And in the back of my mind, I can hear Warren joining in and I can see his beautiful twinkling eyes and wide, magnificently exquisite smile. </p><p>The three of us are so lucky to have the memories that we do. Every conversation we have always includes Warren's input in one way or another and his presence is unmistakeable.</p><p>I'm grateful for the thousands of photos I have and the not enough videos and voicemails I still have. I carry those everywhere so he's always with me, visually and audibly. And he's in my heart and head, always and in all ways. </p><p>But grief has been my companion for 1461 days and it has never left me alone. It has changed but has never gotten easier because I miss his voice, his laughter, his puns and jokes, his hugs. I miss everything about him. It is ever present, it just feels and looks different now. Some days it is vivid and some days it hides just below the surface. But the grief I feel is always a reminder of the great love we had.</p><p>How can it already be 1461 days? It seems like only yesterday. My Love, my beloved Warren, I hug you in my thoughts every day.</p><p>Copyright © 2021. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-46323746473267902152021-01-25T16:36:00.003-07:002021-01-25T16:36:55.914-07:00His presence makes a difference.<p>I'm beginning 2021 in a little better health than the last two months of 2020. I contracted Valley Fever with bilateral pneumonia and it really knocked the hell out of me. It was more than scary for me. I've never been so sick and felt so alone.</p><p>Over the years, I've been lucky enough to enjoy relatively good health. But during the few times when I wasn't well, I always had Warren to lean on. He always took such good care of me. I always felt protected and knew he would never let anything bad happen to me.</p><p>This time though, I felt uncertain, vulnerable and scared. There were a few nights when my breathing was so labored and I would get into bed wondering whether I would get up in the morning. The dread of being alone was almost overwhelming. As much as I love Snuggles, she had some trouble stepping into Warren's role for the reassurance and comfort I always had when Warren was with me. But she found a way to help me in her own 'snuggling' way.</p><p>It's times like this that the wound opens up wide and the anguish comes spilling out. I let it flow until it runs out of spaces to go.</p><p>I talk to him all the time. While I am sick, though, I specifically ask him to see me through this like he always did. "In sickness and in health"............ we always took care of each other and I truly believe he has been watching over me and making sure I get better every day.</p><p>And even though I'm not quite out of the woods yet, (I still have pneumonia), I feel almost normal. I believe Warren's influence helps me retain a sense of calm and hope as I take all the precautions necessary to make a complete recovery. </p><p>Thank you, my Darling, for the presence you still have in my life. You are always with me.</p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2021. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved</p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-28802031490788898642020-10-26T12:45:00.001-07:002020-10-26T15:22:42.142-07:00Conversations with Warren ... in my head<p> Honey, I used to have red hair. I don't have it anymore. If you were still here, I'd still be a redhead.</p><p>I no longer have my nails done. After 34 years, Covid put an end to that and I don't even care.</p><p>Please keep us safe. Watch over us and keep us safe. Keep the boys safe and well.</p><p>You know, Hon, we talk about you all the time, the boys and I. There is always something that reminds us of you, as if we needed reminding.</p><p>Both the guys come out with puns and jokes and the reaction is always the same: That's a Dad joke! They both channel you a lot. Thank goodness they got your sense of humor! </p><p>Snuggles, I think, is missing you more and more now, ever since Sterling joined you. She now sleeps hugged against your pillow, needing to touch it every night. Ever since you left, she has slept on your side of the bed but she seems to need to actually be in touch with your pillow now. </p><p></p><p>Well, it's another Friday night, another Shabbat and I'm not eating my meal at the dining table. I rarely use that table for meals. I occasionally eat my breakfast in the kitchen but you're not beside me anymore so I usually bring the meal to the coffee table and sit on the sofa for most meals. Snugs is always at my side and she's reaping the rewards of being so close. She ends up getting nibbles of my food.</p><p>I tried to keep lighting the Shabbat candles but I kept remembering you standing beside me with your arm around my waist as we both said the blessing. It was overwhelmingly sad for me to do it by myself and so I've stopped doing it. Sometimes I mumble the blessing over the challah while I look at your photo. As for the wine, I really don't have any in the house anymore. So, that's done. </p><p>I still bake challah, though. That's one of the few things that gives me pleasure now.</p><p>Since this Covid pandemic, we've been doing Zoom Shabbat services via computer. Zoom.... something I'll have to explain to you! It's a good thing I'm in the privacy of our own home because I often am reduced to tears when we sing certain songs. I remember you standing or sitting beside me at services singing them with me and those memories cause me to just lose it. You know I've never been able to hold back tears.</p><p>You left several bottles of cologne so I've been using them a little bit at a time. I want them to last as long as possible. The scents make me think you're just in another room. I wear a bit when I go to Abbott's house to watch the Patriots games. It's almost as if you're with us.</p><p>Sometimes a really strong memory sweeps over me and I have a physical reaction, almost like I've bumped into you. My heart races for a second or two and then I feel the letdown. So I wonder if you know about that...perhaps in a different universe!</p><p>I've misplaced an important document. I know it's somewhere in the house but I've gone crazy looking for it. Do you suppose you can sort of guide me to where it is????</p><p>You know, I've gone out to the back yard every night since you left and looked up at the night sky. There has been one and only one very bright star above me for all those nights. I've been imagining that it's you, shining and watching over me. I talk to it. Okay, I'm a little crazy but.... it's a short conversation! And ever since Sterling left, there has been one other smaller star to its left, a little dimmer but definitely there. It must be Sterling's star. At least I'd like to think so. He did, after all, pick you to be his main human. </p><p>I watch that little video of you talking gibberish to Sterling almost every night and I still giggle every time I hear it.</p><p>You know, Sweetheart, one of the toughest times of the day seems to be at dusk, when daylight recedes and the light in the living room comes on. The quietness of that time of the day makes me feel pensive and I struggle to get through it because of sweet memories of you or both of us coming home from work and settling in for the night............. together. Together.......that's what I miss.</p><p>God, I miss you so. I miss your hugs, I miss your embrace. I loved when you encircled me with your arms.</p><p>Well, my Love, the conversations will continue...........</p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2020. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-64410129772268530802020-10-14T19:47:00.000-07:002020-10-16T09:00:34.061-07:00Forever changed<p> I look in my mirror now and I see my mom's face. Sometimes I just stare intently and say to that image staring back at me, "Hello, Fannie." Mom used to wear her hair pulled up on the sides with a comb and she made a French twist with the long hair at the back. That was before the name 'French Twist' was even applied to that style! And now I realize I have been using combs in my hair almost like she did, sweeping up my hair on each side. I don't do the French Twist. I just let the hair hang down. It's now half way down my back. And my mom had the most gorgeous skin. She never needed makeup. She had what she described as having "high color", pink cheeks so she never needed to use blush. I didn't inherit her color, I got my dad's. But I do see her beautiful face staring back at me and silently thank her for giving me a bit of her beauty. </p><p>My hair is all white now, a color Warren never saw me with. I colored my hair most of my adult life, first a dark brown and then I tried a variety of colors. I didn't look great as a blonde or with black hair! But then I went to auburn because I had that color naturally, as did my mother. So, for decades of our marriage I was a "redhead," a color that seemed so natural on me and one that Warren just loved. </p><p>After my beloved Warren died, I stopped coloring my hair. There seemed to be no reason to keep it up and the white had started to creep in. It wasn't long before my whole head of hair turned white, just a matter of a few months really. That seemed to be record time to me.</p><p>So, getting back to the mirror.......... While I stare, I wonder if Warren would love this color on me. Of course he would. He always told me I looked great no matter what I wore or how I looked. He always made me feel beautiful. He always made me feel loved and he always made me feel cherished.</p><p>And now that he's not here with me, I talk to his photos, I talk to him while looking in the mirror, I talk to him while staring at the lone star in the sky above my patio and I talk to him in my head. I have been forever changed......... in the way I look, in the way I think, in the way I live. It is such a different life but one thing has remained constant....... the love he showered on me for so many decades still lives within my heart and the love I still feel for him has not diminished at all. We will forever be that loving 'couple' who enjoyed a fifty-five year love affair. And to me, that love affair will continue til the end of time. That will never change.</p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2020. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-40801462608618406562020-09-26T10:44:00.000-07:002020-09-26T10:44:43.701-07:00I'm suffocating and struggling<p> The pandemic has done a horrible number on all of us. I, like so many, have not been near another human being for the most part. For about the first 3+ months I didn't venture out anywhere. Then, one day, I went to Trader Joe's to get some food. I was the first one in the store with my mask and gloves, and I was in and out in 17 minutes. It's now nearly October and I can count on less than both hands the times I have gone into a store to do some really quick shopping. Abbott has been the one to do most of the shopping for me.</p><p>So, I've been home or rather, in the house for several months. I say 'in the house' because it's been horrendously hot here since the pandemic started. It's been too hot to even sit out on my patio. I'm able to walk Snuggles very early in the morning and sometimes pass other dog walkers, runners or bicycle riders but we give each other a wide berth. Sometimes we even wave. But that's it.</p><p>Since my beloved Warren died, I had become used to being alone so the self-imposed isolation because of Covid-19 didn't seem to make much difference, except that I missed the occasional breakfast or lunch date with some friends.</p><p>But in the last few weeks I have begun to feel as if I'm suffocating and gagging from the almost total lack of human contact. And it certainly didn't help my mental state to watch my precious little doggie, Sterling, get sick and eventually die. He and Snuggles were brought up together during 12 years of love and she and I are having a hard time adjusting to his absence.</p><p>I often think about how this horrendous situation would be if Warren was still with me. We'd be laughing throughout the day because that's how it was when we were together. We'd be walking Snuggles together, cooking together, and having great conversations with one another, as we often did. Together is the important word here. We may have felt a bit trapped as many of us do now but at least we'd have the joy of interaction with another human being. Right now, I miss his hugs most of all.</p><p> I'm grateful that Ethan calls so often, that I'm able to see Abbott a few minutes at a time, that I can keep in touch with family and friends via phone, emails and some Zoom sessions. But the struggle of loneliness continues.</p><p><br /></p><p>Copyright © 2020. Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright © Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved
</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-46890289807923002752020-08-12T11:26:00.001-07:002020-08-12T11:26:55.319-07:00Some more heartacheI've been living with heartache since my beloved Warren died over three years ago. I've learned to keep it from overwhelming me most days. One of the ways I've been able to do that is taking comfort in the love of both my dogs, Snuggles and Sterling. They've helped me keep my sanity.<br />
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But now, more heartache has snuck in. My adorable little Sterling has made his trip over the Rainbow Bridge. Four and a half years ago, he survived his first bout with cancer. Our vet saved him with lifesaving surgery. He and Warren had bonded from the moment we got him and he was absolutely Warren's best buddy, following him everywhere and sitting in his lap every chance he got. He knew Warren wasn't well and stayed by his side always.<br />
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So, when Warren died, Sterling turned his attention to me. He seemed so lost and sad. He started to cling to me and started following me around everywhere I went. Both he and Snuggles showered me with enormous amounts of love, as only doggies can.<br />
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About five months ago I noticed some lumps under Sterling's chin. He had developed lymphoma. I was devastated. And though my vet and I tried desperately to save him without putting him through painful chemo, it was not meant to be.<br />
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However, as with my beloved Warren, I feel robbed of time we should have had, had it not been for the dreaded diagnosis of cancer.<br />
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Snuggles and I feel the emptiness and she has taken to following me everywhere, not letting me out of her sight. I can see the sadness in her eyes and true to living up to her name, we are snuggling more and more because we both need each other more than ever now.<br />
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We all know that when we rescue doggies and they become beloved members of our family, most likely we will outlive them. But our love for each one makes our time with them so precious. And our time with Sterling was filled with lots of love and giggles. It was just too short and I miss him terribly.<br />
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The image of the Rainbow Bridge which ends in a beautiful meadow is very powerful. I like to think that Warren and Sterling, best buddies, are together, along with our other four wonderful doggies, playing around in that meadow. That's a very powerful and beautiful image, too.<br />
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The tears have not stopped. They are active daily, in moments, but especially at bedtime when I finally lay down, settle in, turn to his side of the bed and see the doggies curled up there....where he used to be. I sigh, the tears slowly roll down my cheeks and I whisper to him that I love him and miss him, as I've done every night since........<br />
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And yet, I'm not swimming in delusions or self-pity....at least not anymore. The tears are just a gentle physical reminder of the love that still exists between us. <br />
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The broken heart remains but I have gently gathered up most of the pieces, put them in a velvety box buried within my soul where I have easy access to the beautiful memories and feelings.<div><br /></div><div>Copyright © 2020 Reisa Sterling Miller. All Rights Reserved. <br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-48830203010589845362020-07-01T09:09:00.001-07:002020-07-01T09:09:22.452-07:00Easier? Not exactly. I'm starting the fourth year without my beloved Warren. The past three years have been a crescendo of unmitigated sadness and physical and emotional suffering and pain. The passage of time, everyone told me, would lessen the pain, the sadness and the anger. Everyone assured me that, with time, my life would get easier to bear.<br />
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I still get asked how I'm doing. I can't answer without either lying to make you feel better or telling the truth which would make you feel bad about asking. My close friends never ask. They already understand that my heart will never completely heal. They know that I cry every day. They know that his loss is more than I can bear. They know this because his loss is their loss too, and they all still feel it, deeply, in their own way.<br />
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So, easier is not exactly the word I would use. There is nothing easy about losing a person who has been such a loving force throughout most of your life. The only change that I can readily recognize is a lessening of the times the searing pain rams through my very being. But to me, that is not an insignificant change.<br />
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I can now look at any of the dozens of photos I have of him all over the house and not get totally crushed with sadness. I think I smile at them a little more, remembering where the photos were taken and what we were doing. Those flashbacks have a calming effect and bring up incredibly funny and loving memories.<br />
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This is not to say that my life is normal again. My road has been long, maybe longer than what others believe is normal or standard or commonplace. There is no "normal" in my life or at least what I perceive it to be. I'll admit I have fought "normal" all the way, unable to give up my pictures of a life I still long for. I knew it would be difficult, but DAMN!<br />
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So easier? No, it will never really be easier. But maybe heading toward tolerable. I wrote in November of 2017 that I was looking for tolerable days. I think they're finally starting to show up.<br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-41970734944905157262020-05-17T10:08:00.000-07:002020-05-17T10:14:07.174-07:00He must have knownI've been having some particularly bad days lately during this self-imposed isolation period we're all going through. Even though I've more or less lived like this since Warren died, there are days when it almost feels like I'm strangling on the loneliness.<br />
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I was looking for something in particular yesterday and I opened a small drawer in Warren's bedside bookcase. I've opened that drawer before but never really went through everything in it. I came across a folded paper and when I opened it, I gasped. It was a love letter I had written to him seven weeks before we were married, telling him how much I loved him and all the reasons why.<br />
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That he kept that letter, so accessible, didn't surprise me. What actually surprised me was that I found it when I needed to. Rereading it took my breath away and brought me right back to that time of excitement and sweet anticipation, filling me with a rush of overwhelming love. Somehow, in this sequestered time and place, he must have known how much I needed a tangible sign of the joy of our lives as a married couple. He knew. I have no other explanation. He knew.<br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-19479633681609698002020-01-12T15:48:00.001-07:002020-01-12T15:48:57.293-07:00Music and memoriesMusic was always a big part of our lives. For me it began with piano lessons as a kid, then glee club in junior high. And I babysat to save up my money to get my own portable radio. That radio went everywhere with me and at night, after I was in bed, I turned it on very softly and listened for as long as I could keep my eyes open! In college, during my senior year, my music class turned into a mini-band and I played the glockenspiel and then, the bass drum! Don't even ask! My mother and brother, Ed, were music aficionados on the piano and Ed played the clarinet and guitar, too.<br />
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Warren loved to listen to music. And he told me that, as a kid, he had wanted to learn to play the violin but that never materialized. All during our lives though, music was "on" playing in the background, at home, in the car, at work. Sometimes we'd sing together but that always ended in us collapsing in giggles. Neither one of us had great voices but I, at least, could keep a tune. Warren, on the other hand, perfected the "one-note" melody! More about that later.<br />
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Our taste in music ran the gamut. Ed introduced me to the Big Band sound: Glenn Miller, Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey, Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington, Stan Kenton, etc. The list is endless. Warren had similar taste in music. We both loved smooth jazz and instrumentals as well as the music we grew up with in the 50s, 60s and 70s. He adored the Everly Brothers and drew great delight when one of their songs came on the car radio. And, yes, he would sing along with them! He enjoyed classical music, a bit more than I did, and that station was his choice in his car.<br />
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And later on, the boys introduced me to the Hair Bands: Twisted Sister, Ratt, Bon Jovi, Motley Crew, etc. and I realized I enjoyed a lot of their music. Dad....not so much. Then, Abbott met Nuno Bettencourt of Extreme and his music interest, specifically with guitar, took off. Ethan didn't play a musical instrument. His instrument was a camera which he used to photograph hundreds of the best and up-and-coming rock bands in the world.<br />
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All of this 'preamble' leads up to this. When Warren sang, I occasionally called him "Johnny-one-note." Holding hot coals was easier than holding a tune! BUT, here's the really crazy thing. When we were at services and singing the beautiful prayers in Hebrew, my beloved one-note Warren was precisely ON TUNE and singing just so sweetly. I would often lower my voice to practically a whisper just so I could listen to him sing. It was profoundly beautiful to hear him. And he was always amazed when I told him how great he sounded. Who knows whether it was singing in another language, singing such beautiful melodies or just being in synagogue that made the difference. We both enjoyed singing those Hebrew melodies. And now, when I go to services, it's really difficult for me to get through the music because I can hear him in my head, singing as if he is standing right next to me and little by little the tears flow.<br />
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Warren, my beloved, I still hear your music. You were my love song, you still are and will forever be the music in my heart.<br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-25426108600911062272019-12-01T19:45:00.001-07:002019-12-01T19:56:56.444-07:00In the beginning, there was LAUGHTER!Laughter was a huge part of our relationship. And it all started on our very first date. We went out to dinner and a show in Boston. At that time, the attire was more formal. He wore a suit, I wore a dress and heels. He drove in from Newburyport, picked me up in Chelsea and we drove into "the big city." He found a parking spot on a little side street within walking distance to the restaurant and the movie theater, or so he thought.<br />
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I'm remembering the restaurant was at one end of Tremont Street and the theater was perhaps three or four blocks away. The dinner was lovely, we walked to the theater and enjoyed the movie. While in the theater, I had the chance to give my feet a rest from those heels!<br />
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It was after the movie that things got a little unpredictable! He took my hand and we started walking toward the car. (Now I digress a bit to say that I worked in this part of Boston during my high school years and was quite familiar with the area.) Being the demure, lovely young lady that I was, I walked along with him as he tried to find the car, saying nothing. But as time went on, I had all I could do to stifle the laughter that kept bubbling up from my throat, realizing that we were walking in ever growing circles around the area. Pretty soon we were retracing our steps along streets we had already walked down and there was no car in sight!<br />
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It got to the point where I couldn't keep my hushed up laughter contained, nor could I stand to continue hunting for the elusive car any longer in heels! With a burst of giggles, I gently suggested that I give it a try. I grabbed his hand firmly and quickly led him directly to the car!<br />
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Once ensconced in the vehicle, he turned to me with a huge smile and asked me how long I knew he was never going to find the car. I collapsed in hysterical giggles, gasping as I tried to catch my breath. And he, watching me laughing so hard, started to laugh as well.<br />
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And we laughed and laughed and laughed for the next fifty-five years!<br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-13310510057661028192019-11-25T08:18:00.000-07:002019-11-26T10:03:06.124-07:00Well, it seems I'm not done!Ha, ha. You thought I was done with this thread. So did I. But my mind swirls with words forming thoughts that always go back to him. After all, fifty-five years of the most amazing, loving and funny memories don't just subside into a quiet place. They keep roaring back every day and I haven't found a way to keep them to myself, nor do I want to. They just spill out like a never-ending waterfall even though I, at times, try to gently tamp them down.<br />
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So, I was thinking of all the ways we used to address each other. When we were first married, the most common way we called one another was using Honey or Hon. Those were easy words to slip into. Or we used variations of our names: he became Warrie, I became Remi or Reese. Then we slipped into Love, or as I pictured the word: Luv. We hardly used our given names at all during all those years. When we did use them, it seemed a little strange! And as time went on, we added My Sweetheart and My Sweetie to our repertoire. Of course there were other "pet" names we used that I smile at when remembering but would never reveal them.<br />
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All of these were words of the love we felt for each other. "My Darling" came into use much later, especially by me. And now, that loving term gently flits through my mind just about every time I think of him. It's as if it's inscribed on the inside of my heart.<br />
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There are actually a lot of things inside my heart. They're what keeps it beating. Beside the words of endearment, there were the gestures, the loving touches as we walked by each other, the shoulder and back rubs, the gentle pushing of my hair back from in front of my eyes, the quick hugs as we passed each other going into another room. There were always reasons and opportunities to touch and they served as a gentle reminder of our love each time.<br />
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I am fortunate enough to have saved a lot of his voicemails and in many of them he calls me by those wonderful, endearing names. Along with some videos taken with my cell phone, I can hear his voice whenever I want to and I usually listen several times a week. The sound of his voice gives me comfort and soothes my broken heart for those few fleeting seconds.<br />
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The lesson here is: words matter. Speaking lovingly and kindly to each other during all those years brings me warm smiles. But, the one thing I'm really thankful for and brings me a measure of peace were the last words we spoke to each other. We, once again and for the last time, declared our deep love for each other. And that is a memory I cherish beyond measure.<br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-89389372865952869872019-11-16T11:33:00.000-07:002019-11-16T11:33:57.862-07:00A sort of Epilogue, Maybe...or NotI have written sixty-four previous blog posts since August 31, 2016 about my beloved Warren, our journey through one of the most wretched experiences humans can endure and the gut-wrenching sadness that accompanied my soul and still, even now, rides alongside me as a never-ending companion.<br />
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It has been said that "time heals all wounds" but that isn't really true. Some wounds never heal but they change with time from a wide open, blood and tear-gushing, anguish-filled mental laceration to a barely tolerable white flag cease fire.<br />
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Being left with the beautiful, sweet, loving memories isn't always enough. And just because he died doesn't mean that my love has somehow subsided. My love for him is just as strong now as it always has been. My heart always raced when he came into view and it still does when my eyes fall on one of the many photos of him I have around our home. Whenever I see his handsome smiling face, I smile, too.<br />
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Every day, as I continue to live my life, I feel his influence, his presence in an ethereal way. One of the things I miss most is his all-encompassing embrace. He was a hugger filling me with warmth, comfort and love when encircled by his arms. I have always thought of our fifty-five year love affair (51 of them married) as being so incredibly wonderful, literally one in a million, blessed with the best.<br />
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His life has not really ended for me. It's just a new way I'm teaching myself to look at it.<br />
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In all the posts that have appeared before, I have poured out my heart, kicking and screaming, crying and laughing, filled with sorrow and heartache and the most beautiful memories....revealing a road I never thought I would have to follow.<br />
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And while I think I have written just about all there is to write about my Beloved Warren, this may not really be an epilogue. He is always on my mind, always in my heart, always walking beside me, always a large part of who I am. I am not me, singular, but part of an extraordinary duo, now concentrated in the actions I take and the decisions I make, guided by our compatibility and love. I don't know if I will continue to post about this journey I'm still on but if something (or someone) nudges me to take to these Warren pages again, I will return and add however many encores about him that still flow out of my heart.<br />
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</div>Life is more than sound biteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01218952344944489681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958950458963394004.post-79717596634093682902019-09-18T10:32:00.000-07:002019-09-18T10:32:11.147-07:00Because you loved meI am the way I am because you loved me.<br />
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I am the way I am because you believed in me.<br />
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I am the way I am because you saw in me what I couldn't.<br />
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I am the way I am because you knew how strong I could be.<br />
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I am the way I am because you always encouraged me. <br />
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I am the way I am because you shared your strength, your kindness, your laughter, your intellect, your goodness, your wit, your goofiness and your total being with me.<br />
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I was and still feel deeply loved by you. Even though you are not physically present, I am surrounded by your loving embrace and feel safe knowing that you still reside within my heart. You share my heartbeat. You are my first thought on arising and my last thought when I lay down for the night. Your influence is in every action I take, in every decision I make and yes, even in every thought that crosses my mind.<br />
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We were glued together in almost everything we did and we loved that. But we were strong individuals who complimented each other like pieces in a puzzle.<br />
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What an incredible partnership we had - one of total love, respect and joy.<br />
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And all this -- because you loved me..... and I loved you. And I still do.<br />
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