Yesterday Rob and I celebrated my birthday six months late with my friend, Tallulah. Her husband Bill died of Alzheimer’s in late March. They had bought into a home at Presbyterian Village and it is lovely. Her walls are filled with works of art and everywhere you look, there is beauty.

She took us to a seafood restaurant and we all had fried shrimp and fries. I shared my birthday cheesecake with them and then we took her home. Rob was able to fix a computer problem for her while she and I visited.

I watched a clip of Bill talking nonsense and it was the most endearing thing. He chanted things over and over in a singsong voice. It seemed that he was happy. There was a covid outbreak and he died after four days of it.

Tallulah used to lead a dream group at the cancer community where Bob and I went. We hit it off right away (she hits it off with everyone) and we used to have lunch out together once a month. That stopped during the covid years and now she and I have both quit driving.

We are able to go deep into the soul life together. We talk about events being waking dreams and that is always interesting.

She has a large and loving family, so although she is exhausted now, she will enjoy having them all visit. There will be a service for Bill in mid-June at their church.

I am still listening to Hesse on YouTube. He fills the bill for me, as I said recently.
If this link opens for you, there is some deep wisdom there.

Vicki Woodyard