April 9, 2012
by TRatner
4 Comments
THEN Early on in our marriage, Sunday became a day of contention, mainly because my husband, Michael, preferred his cycling pleasures over spending morning hours with me. He’d set the alarm for 8:00 am, slip out of bed and head … Continue reading
February 6, 2012
by TRatner
3 Comments
A Study in Morbidity The Last Photo My husband died November of 2010, at 2:04 p.m.—one week before Thanksgiving. I know the time because when he took his last breath, for some reason, I glanced up at the clock. … Continue reading
January 6, 2012
by TRatner
2 Comments
Looking Back Part II The beginning of the end Two weeks before my husband was admitted to inpatient hospice, he experienced an increase in bone pain. His daily medications were no longer easing his discomfort. I remember the initial comment … Continue reading
November 12, 2011
by TRatner
0 comments
One Year Later November \ 2011 On a Monday afternoon, November 8, 2010, an ambulance attendant pulled into the circular driveway to bring my husband, Michael, to the Coronado House, an inpatient facility for end-of-life comfort measures. I knew when … Continue reading
October 23, 2011
by TRatner
1 Comment
The Unveiling October 23, 2011 Referring to the “stone” sounds funny. It’s not just a stone, it’s granite, hard, natural, igneous rock essentially formed of quartz. The word ‘granite’ comes from the Latin word which means grain, in reference to … Continue reading
August 23, 2011
by TRatner
0 comments
August 21, 2011 The Mathematical Equation: X equals the sum total I made the mistake of typing in 2010, instead of 2011. I hesitated a few seconds before fixing the error. I secretly wished it was August of 2010 and … Continue reading
August 4, 2011
by TRatner
3 Comments
Unexpected Treasures mag·net (m g n t) n. An object that is surrounded by a magnetic field and that has the property, either natural or induced, of attracting iron or steel. An electromagnet. A person, a place, an object, … Continue reading
May 5, 2011
by TRatner
0 comments
The moment after the initial car crash is what haunts me. It haunts me to the point where I have to write it down, catch the shiver of it, the tremble, the way I suppose everyone within an ear shot … Continue reading