8.05.2013

The Other Blog

This, here, is my beadwork blog. And I haven't been doing much of that lately. Blogging about beadwork, that is. Or beadwork, for that matter. From time to time, I've mentioned the reason why.

Now we're writing a blog about that. My husband is terminally ill. We've been dealing with his deteriorating health for a number of years, and now it seems his condition is picking up speed. Our days are getting shorter. Together we decided to talk about it all. Life, as it is for us right now, warts and all - and in the days to come, life without my dearest love. 

It's raw, and rough, and funny, and strange. We use bad words sometimes. We talk about death. We laugh about life. Right now I'm the one doing most of the posting, but we'll get the big guy into this soon. 

If you're up to it, we're making noises here: Life With/Out Asa.

I'll still be posting my beady stuff here. Because life, and art, still go on.

And thanks for reading. It means the world.

Bead post tomorrow, I promise. 

I just realized I need a picture here.


This is our cat, Montag, attempting the legendary "Laying On of Paws" in an attempt to heal his best friend. 
Apparently, there was some unintended acupunture in there as well.

4 comments:

  1. I hopped over to your other blog. I have been through what you are going through- and now I am at a loss for words. I think you will find unexpected strength. I will continue to tune in here.

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  2. Having just lost the love of my life of 44 years, I must say, even when its expected...its Not!! I'm still trying to come to grips with his loss. We too had long talks about what was going to happen and what I needed to be prepared for. Prepare all you want....it didn't help me! Enjoy every day you have together. Sending you my best wishes.

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    1. Thank you, Char - for sharing your loss and for your good thoughts.

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