And his death has been the hardest thing for me to write about.
Burt wanted to die at home so we signed up for Mission Hospice. He had cancer and I wanted to do everything I could for him. I didn’t want him to die. It was so hard to accept, that he was really going to die.
We had been together for 25 years, spending thousands of special hours together. We were a match, a perfect match.
Those of you who have been through what I have been through to the very end know how hard it is to communicate with the living after having lived in “hell” for much too long. I did everything I could for my beloved Burt.
He lay in a hospital bed in the living room. Every morning I would run, run, run from the back of the house to the front calling his name all the way. Oh, how happy I was when I heard his voice, heard him say my name.
All I can tell you now is that I loved Burt Blumert with all my heart. My life will never be the same.
