another recollection of past times...

I remember our first Christmas with Bugsy. It was as much about you and I rejoining the love of Prudence as anything else. We made love during that week together. We were good to each other. We shared duties of caring for the little ‘twig’, both physically and emotionally, and also for each other. We found an ease in conjuring up appropriate nicknames for the little guy, a remainder of our days with Prudence, when we were still somehow connected, despite the many bouts with anguish. We have done a few Christmas trees in our time, haven’t we. One of my favorites was the first one at Chickadee, when we were alone for a few days. I had rushed out to purchase a stash of cheap ornaments and decorations to go along with those you had, and we had a beautiful tree. I photographed it, and your lovely Christmas-y things on the piano, and you and Prudence near the fireplace. In the midst of the struggles, the desperation - we managed some semblance of togetherness.

There were other times, other trees which bear mentioning, but you know them all. The best joy was Prudence lying under the branches, snoring. Prudence opening her present with the joy only she understood in meticulously tearing the wrapping off, one tiny shred at a time before finishing, then looking around for another.