Today's Cuteness
Keaton was on the bed with Daddy having her bedtime bottle. I was putttering around getting ready for bed when I notice she was following me with her eyes sometimes even craining her neck to watch me on the other side of the room.
I made a joke that she was not that attached to me but she really was following me. I have to go back to work for a week and bring some money in. On the one hand it will be good to have a break but on the other I know I will ache for her several times a day. Our bond has gotten stronger and stronger. My Husand has been working and I have spent about a good three weeks with her. At times it has been a long haul, lonely, boring, wandering aimlessly just to get out of the house. But she just burrows deeper and deeper into my soul everyday.
Just started reading this book. "An Unquiet Mind"
Kay Redfield Jamison's memoir of her Bi Polar experiences on and off lithium. In the end she says it saved her life. I also checked out her other book. "Touched with Fire"
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This one also sounds really good.
"Nothing was the same"
I made a joke that she was not that attached to me but she really was following me. I have to go back to work for a week and bring some money in. On the one hand it will be good to have a break but on the other I know I will ache for her several times a day. Our bond has gotten stronger and stronger. My Husand has been working and I have spent about a good three weeks with her. At times it has been a long haul, lonely, boring, wandering aimlessly just to get out of the house. But she just burrows deeper and deeper into my soul everyday.
Just started reading this book. "An Unquiet Mind"
Kay Redfield Jamison's memoir of her Bi Polar experiences on and off lithium. In the end she says it saved her life. I also checked out her other book. "Touched with Fire".This one also sounds really good.
"Nothing was the same"
From the internationally acclaimed author of An Unquiet Mind, an exquisite, haunting meditation on mortality, grief, and loss.
Perhaps no one but Kay Redfield Jamison—who combines the acute perceptions of a psychologist with a writerly elegance and passion—could bring such a delicate touch to the subject of losing a spouse to cancer. In direct, straightforward, and at times strikingly lyrical prose, Jamison looks back at her relationship with her husband, Richard Wyatt, a renowned scientist who battled debilitating dyslexia to become one of the foremost experts on schizophrenia. And with her characteristic honesty, candor, wit, and simplicity, she describes his death, her own long, difficult struggle with grief, and her efforts to distinguish grief from depression.
But she also recalls the great joy that Richard brought her during the nearly twenty years they had together. Wryly humorous anecdotes mingle with bittersweet memories of a relationship that was passionate and loving—if troubled on occasion by her manic-depressive (bipolar) illness—as Jamison reveals the ways in which her husband encouraged her to write openly about her mental illness and, through his courage and grace taught her to live fully.
A penetrating psychological study of grief viewed from deep inside the experience itself, Nothing Was the Same is also a deeply moving memoir by a superb writer.
Perhaps no one but Kay Redfield Jamison—who combines the acute perceptions of a psychologist with a writerly elegance and passion—could bring such a delicate touch to the subject of losing a spouse to cancer. In direct, straightforward, and at times strikingly lyrical prose, Jamison looks back at her relationship with her husband, Richard Wyatt, a renowned scientist who battled debilitating dyslexia to become one of the foremost experts on schizophrenia. And with her characteristic honesty, candor, wit, and simplicity, she describes his death, her own long, difficult struggle with grief, and her efforts to distinguish grief from depression.
But she also recalls the great joy that Richard brought her during the nearly twenty years they had together. Wryly humorous anecdotes mingle with bittersweet memories of a relationship that was passionate and loving—if troubled on occasion by her manic-depressive (bipolar) illness—as Jamison reveals the ways in which her husband encouraged her to write openly about her mental illness and, through his courage and grace taught her to live fully.
A penetrating psychological study of grief viewed from deep inside the experience itself, Nothing Was the Same is also a deeply moving memoir by a superb writer.
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