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There is not much I can say

except his eyes have darkened

and in his half-dreams, once familiar

long cold fingers reach out

as if trying to grasp onto something.

Attempting to orient him, I pointed to

a full moon among white clouds, lingering

in a late August sky still blue,

the striation of purple as

the sun disappeared off to the west.

Surrounded by cats, our sons, and me

draping him with a soft blanket

for better or worse

not even the bird feeder full

nor a fire pit warming all of us

could keep his mind from

some imagined invitation

to a party just for him

that he dressed and waited

on the front porch alone,

angry, insistent and distant.

until death do us part

I cannot imagine living without him

Few people like to admit it, but Rick Astley's seminal 1980s track "Never Gonna Give You Up" is actually a pretty good song, and Rick himself has pipes.

The only problem with the song is that it "suffers" from just about every 80s excess: highly choreographed music video with the trendiest of clothes (which meant it didn't age well), slick production from Stock Aitken Waterman (who churned out a ton of very commercially successful but plastinated and cookie cutter club NRG grooves), and a…

Last few weeks, my husband has been acting different. Called primary doctor and can't get physical until January of 2016. Sleeping more, eating less, not wanting to attend ADCC; I called his neurologist and we got in that day on a cancellation. Husband thought it was 2013 and didn't want to answer more questions. I requested another MRI and got the RX. The sky was impossibly blue. We had a simple dinner outside with our sons. Watched birds come to the bird feeder and bird bath.…