My Tom died on March 16 at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York. We had been at the hospital for four months due to complications of a bone marrow transplant to combat his myleofibrosis. We were married for forty one years. He was only 63. As I posted on the night of his death, he was the love of my life, my rock, my pain and fury and my passion. We spent a life together in all of its permutations and mystery. The result was two great kids, a strong family, and a close knit circle of friends . For Tom this was a life goal as he came from a tough and often abusive household. So his success as a father and a husband were even more remarkable as he had no role models. As a friend he was unparalleled.
We live on a lovely piece of land in Vermont that was our dream for retirement. The property faces south east with a good view of the green mountains . We used to sit on the porch and watch the sunrise every morning while drinking tea. That has not changed. There is a lot to do and as Denny a local Vermonter and friend said to me .. Birdie you can still live the dream. I am going to try to do that but am well aware that the learning curve is steep.
I am writing this blog as a way to chronicle this next year - partly
for myself and partly to honor this process. If you reader, happen
upon it and find it helpful then i welcome you along on this journey.