Moving On

I know it is time for me to be moving on. Bob and I have lived apart for 10 months now. Bob was in a dementia memory support unit and then was moved to a skilled nursing facility after a stroke. Me? I still live in the apartment alone. I’m only 74. I feel young and vibrant. I have many years ahead, many dreams to fulfill. But I feel so stuck.

Bob and his care partner Kathy, bought me an artists book by Steven Hanks for Christmas last year. It’s called “Moving On.” I love the pictures of beautiful women contemplating life. I’m contemplating a new life ahead. When can I “Move On?” When is it my turn?

January 2009