Gravity Latin gravitas (weight). Grief Latin gravis (heavy). They have a ‘weighing down’ in common. Gravity keeps us from wandering off, vertically speaking and Grief anchors us to our loss.

Grief has an integrity that is to be honored and respected. I live with it every day. I try to understand the power it holds and I fail. As Bette is beyond me so is the grief left behind.

Interest in the metaphysics of life has and is a serious pursuit. Since Bette taking up residence in the Spiritual realm it is now an obsession. I have a need to arrive at a greater understanding of loved one’s absences and how I live with tears in my soul.

When the vessel tears, the blood collects in a pool and so it is when our beloved is torn away from us the pool of love waits for their reflection.

As a dream fades when were not looking so it is with life.

Upon falling in love with Bette the architecture of my being was always open to renovation.

Upon Bette’s passing tears of grief have eroded banks of illusion.

If fear of dying keeps one alive what can be said for fear of living?

I believe God has chosen music to express His innermost thoughts. And never more so then at the time of Grief.

Bette gave me Teddy after seeing “A.I.Artificial Intelligence” in 2001 and placed him on the desk sitting with back against the wall by our computer. He has been there ever since and he won’t take his eyes off me.

Love To You All