Monday, April 14, 2008

I just put the cookbook away in my beloved bookcase. He made it for me in '90. Back in those days, I could wish out loud and he'd make it.

When the reno guys were here in January, I asked if they could build a matching one for me.They answered that is was no problem. What are you doing, Jean?! It's seems sacrilegious to duplicate his. As we fall deeper into the chasm of Alzheimer's, every thing he touched, made or planned is more precious to me.

Gave Steve a call, "Don't pick up wood for the case." He knew.

1 comment:

smilnsigh said...

Very, very poignant entry... -sigh-