Musings on the Death of My Perfect Partner

Fresh from Birch Creek

John A Bayerl

John A Bayerl
Location
Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA
Birthday
May 30
Bio
My wife of 47+ years died at home with me at her side, on November 12, 2010. She and I, together with our children and many friends and relatives, fought her cancer for four years, seven months and a week. This blog acknowledges her courage and exemplary life. She taught us how to live, and she taught us how to die. The blog also honors the love she shared with everyone who knew her.I am a retired school counselor and college professor.

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MAY 22, 2012 11:22AM

FRIENDSHIP BONDS



Side by side
they gather round
the campfire
of their glowing screens
listen to written words
with eyes so soft
as they battle their battles
struggle their struggles
grieve alone
in the company of others
separated
by miles
and seas
and time zones
and area codes
and zip codes
filled with hope
they form community
forge
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MAY 19, 2012 10:56AM

No hot dogs here.

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MAY 19, 2012 12:42AM

Barney

Barney
The weather today has been absolutely perfect.  Bright and sunny, a cool dry breeze, temperature in the 70s; it didn't take much convincing for me to join Ed for a round of golf.  On my way home I realized that it had been a while since I'd had a rueben sandwichRead full post »
MAY 16, 2012 3:01PM

LET IT SHINE IN THE WORLD


A year ago; on a stormy day, I posted this.  Today is a bright, shiny day.

Now I walk through life
as best I can without her
in a reality tinged with sadness.

Yet, she is with me,
hovering in the background,
always in the corner of my eye;
gently prodding, encouraging me onward.

Let our love live,
she teRead full post »
MAY 13, 2012 6:45PM

A DAY FOR MOTHERS



A day for mothers
filled with memories.

Mother Claire
gave me life itself
then filled it with love
of reading
and learning
and music
gave me to myself.

Mother-in-law Bertha
gave my life
joyful noise
with stories
and polkas
and a grin
gave me her daughter.

Wife Gwen
Mother of our children
gave me love itself
then fille
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MAY 12, 2012 3:20PM

SEPARATION ANXIETY


It must be
that this happens
to all who grieve—
there is a separation
a distancing
that draws things nearer—
what is now
no longer bears the mark
of what was then
the connection is
in many ways
stronger,  more grounded
less urgent
yet more immediate
hugs
soft embraces
all that follows
so very different now
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MAY 10, 2012 10:40PM

MORE THAN A COAT


I caress the lining
of her leather coat
and think of all the times
she was there
 next to the satin
filled with love
shielded from the cold
feeling safe, secure
in my embrace.

I am reassured
that she is here
one more time
let me help you with your coat
Dear.

John A. Bayerl, May 10, 2012

Perhaps it's the remin
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MAY 7, 2012 8:49AM

OFF TO THE RACES

Off to the track.

Saturday I was at the Michigan International Speedway in Brooklyn, Michigan.  (Yes, there really is a Brooklyn in Michigan.)  Son John, Jr., who is a science/technology teacher at the Michael Berry Career Center in Dearborn, asked me to serve as a parent volunteer at a "com/… Read full post »

MAY 1, 2012 9:18PM

HER PURSE



It hangs on a hook
in  the closet
where she left it
caramel-color leather
not real big
just right for someone petite.

Her wallet is still inside
driver’s license, now expired,
insurance cards
no longer needed
little note she wrote
to herself—
buy John a B. D. card—
later delivered
with a kiss.

All a sw
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APRIL 29, 2012 9:33PM

Silent Sunday


APRIL 27, 2012 1:08PM

EMPTY DARKNESS



I leave the land
of empty darkness
reach for the lamp
that reveals
the day ahead
where I do the things
that make me
me
where even on the cloudiest day
it is the daylight
that gives life meaning
until night
when I reach for the lamp
to enter again
the land of empty darkness
where dreams are no longer allowed.

John A.
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APRIL 19, 2012 10:07PM

EASY PICKINGS


I watch a squirrel
build a nest
in the four-pronged oak
outside my window.
Last night’s storm
left branches and limbs
scattered everywhere—
easy pickings
for a squirrel
that rode out the storm
in an oaken crotch
and thought about baby
squirrels yet to come
knew to get busy
building a nest
before the next stor
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APRIL 12, 2012 9:49AM

APRIL SNOW


I had heard the words
spoken before
said them myself
with, I thought, conviction
deep emotion.
heard them repeated, whispered
through a kiss
believed the words
to be true
as my heart filled
with something new
pure and white
warm, but like snow
silently falling, giving
witness, making new
two young hearts
filled
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APRIL 8, 2012 3:49PM

All dressed up.


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APRIL 2, 2012 11:38AM

POETRY AND ME


This is what I told my friend
about poetry and me
it’s kind of shorthand
for who I am today
a synopsis
of all I’ve ever been
and
a glimpse
of who I am yet to be.

John A. Bayerl, April 2, 2012

Recently I had an exchange with a friend about how down in the dumps she has
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APRIL 1, 2012 10:31PM

Silent Sunday


MARCH 29, 2012 1:32PM

LIVING IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD


Perhaps one of the most difficult aspects of  Gwen's illness was to watch someone so vital and appreciative of every moment of life lose ground each day on the things that we simply take for granted.  Things like being able to dress, walk from one room to another, feed oneself, or
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MARCH 28, 2012 1:13PM

ENTERING MACY'S



The last time I was at Macy’s
She was with me
in a wheel chair
now I’m ready to go there again
alone.

Or am I?

Maybe, if I avoid
Petite Women’s Clothing
especially the chair by the dressing room
Children’s Clothing
it’s OK to spoil them rotten
Cosmetics
Youth Dew Powder
Lingerie
need I say more?

Should h
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MARCH 25, 2012 9:48AM

Silent Sunday

Mom is someone I can lean on.


MARCH 22, 2012 6:32PM

MISSING THE KISSING


At least for me
one of the things that is missed
is the kissing—
think about it
at only two kisses per day
after 50 years
we’re talking about
close to 37,00 of them
and there were certainly days
when two kisses were just a beginning.

Will I ever forget
that first kiss
at her front door
the one that made me
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MARCH 20, 2012 9:33PM

MY WIFE (WHAT SHE MEANS TO ME.)

This is something I posted more than a year ago.  It seems appropriate to publish it again, on the first day of spring.  We've been having exceptionally warm weather in Ann Arbor; today the temperature was in the 80s.  The daffodils, hyacinths, lilies and crocuses have all poked their… Read full post »
MARCH 18, 2012 10:06AM

Silent Sunday

Lest we forget what moms are for.