Yesterday I took an 11 mile walk. I
walked to the cemetery via the Minuteman Bike Path and Hartwell Ave. I listened
to podcasts: several Freakonomics,
then a RadioLab.
I was way behind in my podcast
listening. About two weeks after David died I started listening to Planet Money podcasts again. There was
an eight-week backlog on my phone. Listening to them without him was an
emotional milestone. Twice a week David and I listened on the way to and from
his MGH appointments. Sometime in mid-July he stopped having the energy to focus
on them: about the same time that he stopped eating more than 400 calories a
day. I hadn’t listened to any on my own while he was alive; there was always
the hope that he’d feel up to it next time.
My walk was wonderful. It was a
perfect New England day: sun and brilliant white clouds in the azure blue, with
hints of yellow and orange amidst the green. I walked two miles to the Westview
Cemetery to visit David’s grave (Maple Ridge section, row B, grave 29-1). The
soil is neatly replaced, with grass seed scattered on top, the bouquet of
purple flowers that friends brought on Saturday resting at his feet.
After I had stopped for a while and
taken some pictures I continued down Westview St. and reconnected with the bike
path. I took it to the Bedford Depot terminus, then walked along Elm Brook in
Bedford. I finally turned around, knowing that I had to return home on my own
power.
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