It is the end of an era I suppose. Today we officially subleased "Stoney's Room."
The Stoney Museum is gone,
her doggums are bereft.
We ceremoniously photographed the last of the cream of wheat...
(Julie, as mom would say "best beloved" angel.)
We really did sing the Cream of Wheat Jingle every day. Everyone who worked with Stoney learned it. That and "How Much is that Doggie in the Window." It kept us all in good spirits. Music and poetry were such connectors for my mother.
Come to the Rubin Museum tomorrow and be part of the conversation I am having with Dr. Gayatri Devi about dementia. She is the reason I even had the courage to care for mom at home. And she walked and talked me through many rough stretches. This will be unscripted. I will bring my guitar, and the melodies and stories that my mother and I shared through this last trek.
Hope to see you there.