Musings on the Death of My Perfect Partner
Fresh from Birch Creek
John A Bayerl
- Location
- Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA
- Birthday
- May 30
- Bio
- My wife of 47+ years died at home with me at her side, on November 12, 2010. She and I, together with our children and many friends and relatives, fought her cancer for four years, seven months and a week. This blog acknowledges her courage and exemplary life. She taught us how to live, and she taught us how to die. The blog also honors the love she shared with everyone who knew her.I am a retired school counselor and college professor.
MY RECENT POSTS
- SIMPLE MEDITATION
September 26, 2012 05:14PM - STILL LLOVE
August 27, 2012 09:16PM - Loving in the Afternoon (or,
Invasion of the Body Snatcher.
July 25, 2012 01:32PM - OURS ENDLESSLY
July 16, 2012 05:02PM - THE PERFECT CIRLCE OF LOVE
July 12, 2012 10:46PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Certainly describes many
of us, Rita. Sometimes when I
catch
myself "in
my…”
September 27, 2012 12:56PM - “The good news is that if
we do the work broken hearts
can
heal. Lovely as
always…”
September 27, 2012 12:52PM - “Thanks, Michelle, I love
everything you write.”
September 27, 2012 12:42PM - “Thanks ooal, it is good
to be back among
friends.”
September 27, 2012 12:41PM - “Buffy, there's a card in
the mail for you.”
September 27, 2012 12:38PM

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Comments
HAPPY EASTER, JOHN!!!
I see the honest man, the full spirit, hey you look great!
Happy Spring John.
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............... *•.¸.•* ♥⋆★•❥ Thanx & Smiles (ツ) & ♥ L☼√Ξ ☼ ♥
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Kim Gamble's ;Shrink' wonder why he No wear shoes.
He likes to show-off his feet that resemble a peacocks.
Kim's fellow author/illustrators wonder why he smell.
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Maybe it's because Kim Gamble try to turn OS knob.
Door knobs have a fishy anchovy odor. Call sheriff?
Kerry Laurman needs to wear one polka dot tutu.
He glares at Kim Gamble's Ugly Feet and smiles.
If a editor smiles so sweet as You? Call mortician.
The mortician may stick a red radish` You know?
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In the old days the farmer grew radishes for plugs.
Then at the coffin viewing the smell No be too gross.
I sweat I don't premeditate these Vents/Rants. Pew!
Pew mean to sit.
editor sit on onion.
he's so intolerant.
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P.S.
You Smile Great.
You Distinguished.
Teach Uprightness.
That be a great idea.
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Nat not P she echo.
Kim come by he say hello.