We pull into the parking lot of the Old Saybrook train station. "Oh no!" I moan, looking at the full lot. "We'll never find a parking spot." Rosemary reminds me that when we first got together, I used to visualize parking spaces for her. She is right. Why have I become so pessimistic in my old age? I try my old visualization skills. It works! As we round the last corner, a parking space appears. ... [Click on TItle to read more]
I had never gone on vacation alone before...Another first to face. COuld being in a strange place by myself really be fun?
That perspective I encounter when I re-enter a place that I have left, and find a sense of solace, the warmth of home and the gladness of return. [Click on Title to Read]
Buying this new condo was a way of acknowledging that Rosemary was not returning. It was not a place that she would have chosen. It didn’t have views. It was at the end of the complex, down a rabbit’s warren of streets, at the end of a cul-de-sac. Except for one window in the den... Continue Reading →
It occurred to me that all stories have unhappy endings. If you read on in any story, past the written word, there is inevitable loss in the end. No good time endures; no one lives forever.
Rosemary climbed the stairs to the furniture section faster than I could, and when I arrived at the top she was sitting on an L-shaped sofa that was the color of amber, lighter than her own dark brown eyes which smiled at me as she bounced gently on the soft cushions. She patted the seat beside her in invitation.
Rosemary's ashes have found their way to the ocean, in Hawaii, where she lived when she was younger, before she found her way to me.
I sobbed unrelentingly for three hours the night before friends came to help me move the last items out of our house on the Farm River.
Last week, I zoomed with my grandson on his birthday, and I asked him how he felt about being 20. “Nanna,” he replied, “I don’t know if I’m ready to take on all the aspects of being an adult—things like paying taxes and all that.” He swooped his hand through the abundant locks of hair that fell over his forehead, as if to rid himself of such thoughts.
Dr. Rosemary Ann Talmadge, 66, of Brooklyn, New York, left this world on Saturday, January 30, 2021. She is survived by legions of fans including her wife, Brynna (Brenda) Kaulback, her daughters, Talmadge Nardi (Alan Mislove) and Shannon Lucas (Adam Broadway); and her grandchildren: Evan, Mira Rose, Galileo, Jordan, Luke, Thomas, Paul, and Rowan. She is survived by her mother, Rose Talmadge, her sister, Ka’ohu Cazinha (John Cazinha), her sister-in-law, Carol Vaughn (Michael Vaughn), and their children. She is survived as well by her former spouse, Jack Nardi. She was predeceased by her father, Robert Talmadge. [Click on title for full post]