I’m happy to report that interest in my Oakland house is high! I met with the realtor on Sunday after the open house was supposed to be over and she had to turn people away. Monday was the day for realtors and she said she wasn’t sure if there would be a lot, but 22 realtors showed up! And there have been 2-3 showing every day since. My realtor made all this happen while I was hanging out in Graniteville. Offer day is next Tuesday so cross your fingers. Here’s the fancy slide show about my house.
I drove down to Oakland to attend my friend Sara’s annual Ladies Tea, but also was able to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with various friends and neighbors. My neighbors Susan and Bill let me stay at their place. It was so wonderful to connect with all of them! Chica and I were also able to get to our respective doctors for checkups. We were both given clean bills of health, and I got my COVID/Flu shots at Kaiser. Chica’s official adult weight is 6 lbs but she did make it clear that she does not like getting her nails clipped. Chica is now double the size when I first got her last December.
On a sad note, I need to report the passing of my oldest sister Kathleen Claire Hickey Casas on Thursday, September 26th in Actopan, Mexico. I had last spoken to her via WhatsApp chat over Labor Day and she seemed fine but she has not been in the best of health over the past few years. Official cause of death was a heart attack. She is predeceased by two years by her husband Otulio. Otulio’s family included Shannon and me via video at her wake and funeral. Rest in peace Kathe, I will miss you.
My sister Kathy’s place of rest next to her husband. This was taken the day after she died so they took care of everything very quickly as was their custom. They sang as they walked her to the graveyard which I found very touching and I appreciate them for everything they did to care for my sister, both before and after her death.Hanging out with friends at Sara’s annual Tea. Chica was invited too. There were probably 30-40 women there, most of whom I knew. It was wonderful to see them all.Hanging out in the yard with Chica who is doing her new favorite thing – stalking grasshoppers
It’s been a long time between posts. Life has moved on with ups and downs and lots of changes. The biggest change is that since August 13th I’ve been living in Graniteville while my house in Oakland gets prepped for sale. There isn’t a single reason that I decided to move, a lot of little things came together with the ultimate goal of being out of the house before the holidays – for both practical and emotional reasons. There is something about the house in Oakland that screams out, “Bernie isn’t here”. I have spoken to some other women in my situation and it’s not an uncommon sentiment. For practical purposes, the Oakland house is difficult to navigate, not to mention to insure, so moving “home” to Napa feels like the right move.
Graniteville has not been without its challenges. I had a yellow jacket infestation which was remedied when I persuaded an exterminator to make the drive. He thought he was close when he got to Nevada City, so I had to give him the bad news that he had another hour and a dirt road to go. When I answered the door, he said simply, “You better give me a big tip!”, which I did! I also had to replace the battery on my new car and get a water leak fixed under the house. Luckily the plumber lives on the ridge. Every challenge I am able to handle on my own gives me a little spark of hope that I’m going to be okay.
I enjoy the solitude and simplicity of being in Graniteville. Chica and I have a nice routine that changes with the weather and amount of sunlight. I was happy to welcome guests – Pat and Sara, friends from Oakland, over Labor Day, and Ruth and Chris, second cousins from Washington state, this past weekend. Last Friday the three of us (plus Chica) made the trip up Hwy 49 along the Yuba River to Downieville, had a lovely lunch, went through Sierra City and took 89 back through the Sierra Valley to Truckee. We came back to Graniteville through Washington. I’d forgotten how pretty that drive could be, and it was fun to show the area to Ruth and Chris, who were enthusiastic first-time visitors.
What spurned me to write today was one of my readings. Being without Bernie feels like I stepped out of one world into a new one. When I was in Oakland, I had an unsettling feeling of watching all my friend’s world stay the same while I was watching from afar and I didn’t quite fit in either place. This is the reading that put that in perspective.
But I am no more I, nor is my house now my house. – Federico Garcia Lorca
The death of a loved one shifts the whole foundation of our life. Nothing is as it was. Even what was most familiar seems in a strange way unfamiliar. It is as though we had to learn a new language, a new way of seeing. Even the face in the mirror sometimes seems the face of a stranger.
What are we to make of this? Just that we truly have, in a way, entered a new country. Though the terrain looks much the same and many of the people are the same people, there is a different light over everything. – From Healing After Loss by Martha Whitemore Hicknan
I found this explanation comforting. I like the idea of everything just being cast in a new light. I still belong, the world just has a slightly different glow. I’m grateful for this time at the cabin to adjust to my new world. I was so busy in Oakland that there wasn’t much opportunity to reflect. After some weeks at the cabin, I know now that I needed some time alone. This time to reflect has also made me realize how lucky I am for all the people who have reached out and continue to stay connected. I’m blessed to have so many wonderful people, friends and family, in my life. Time alone is good but staying connected sustains me.
One of my favorite songs is Across the Great Divide, by Kate Wolf. I remember sitting in the sun in the front yard in Graniteville while Bernie and Jess (from the band) were playing guitars on the porch, working out the beautiful harmonies of that song. I thought to myself, “I will always remember this moment.” Later, whenever they sang it together, it brought that moment to mind. I have been afraid to hear it again, but this morning I played it, tears streaming, but also grateful for the beautiful music and the memory of that day.
I didn’t realize until today that the song would one day take on even more meaning. Despite the great divide between us, I am sustained by the memories of our life together and the great love that we shared.
He’s gone away in yesterday And I find myself on the mountainside Where the rivers change direction Across the great divide – Kate Wolf
My dear friends from the Shepherd Canyon Band came to Graniteville for their annual 4th of July visit. Last year Bernie was in the hospital and insisted that we carry on without him, so it seemed only right that they joined me again this year. They filled the house with music and delighted the town with their singing and playing. On Sunday morning, they eagerly and enthusiastically ate my buttermilk pancakes which thrilled me to no end since I’ve been making pancakes for my family since I was a kid.
One highlight at the picnic was the dedication of a flagpole at the School House with a plaque honoring Captain Bernie Bishop and Chief Paul Stone for their service to the Graniteville Volunteer Fire Company. I was truly touched, and I can’t think of a better way to remember Bernie and Paul for their special friendship and their service to the people of Graniteville.
The big news in Oakland is that I’ve decided to put my house on the market with plans to move back to Napa. I say “move back” because I consider it my hometown. I still have many friends there that I’ve known since I moved there in 1970. Bernie and I had been talking already about making Napa our next “home”, so it seems like the right place and the right time to go. Our family moved to California in 1964 so I’ve officially lived here now for 60 years.
The surprising thing about selling your house these days is that it appears you have to move out before you can sell. Once I’m out, they paint, change carpets, stage it with furniture etc., a process that will take most of September. I plan to move out in August and live in Graniteville. Once it sells, I can start looking for a new place. Not to trivialize a tragedy but it reminds me a little of the Donner party – I need to get out before it snows! As the crow flies, Graniteville isn’t too far from where they spent the winter.
I don’t know yet when or where I’ll live in Napa, but I have faith that it will all work out for the best. I’m also grateful that Graniteville holds so many wonderful memories of Bernie’s and my life together and I’m looking forward to spending the rest of the summer in the place that he loved so much. I still miss him every day, but I don’t land on the pain of it as often or stay there as long. Grief is not linear, so I still have some bad days, but I’m starting to smile more when I think of him and I’m grateful for the wonderful life we had together.
Jess & Gwen came a few days early and helped me get ready including purchasing and assembling a new propane BBQ! Our neighbor Bob takes a pic of us at the fence every year. This year’s parade theme was “Wild Wild West”Band playing at the picnic with Bernie and Paul’s flagpole behind them.It took me a week to pack up the office because I went through every single file. Lots of purging and shredding! I am hiring people to pack but I wanted to get my papers sorted out first. Chica was crazy about Gwen and Jess and I think the feeling was mutual
I just spent my longest stint in Graniteville so far this year and it was peaceful and rejuvenating. It took a few days to detox from city life and relax into the quiet serenity that came from being in the mountains. Chica and I settled into our daily routine during one of my favorite times of year. Everything was green and vibrant – the long days and bright sun served to remind me that summer was on the way. It’s harder to remember that it’s summer in the Bay Area. That’s why they call it May gray and June gloom. There was nothing gray or gloomy in Graniteville!
With the help of a wonderful neighbor, additional batteries and a new controller box for the Solar was installed that I can now access inside the house. I used to have to go down into the basement. The even bigger news is that I now have Starlink internet so I can actually stream. It’s not just for watching British mystery shows, it also allows me to watch “how to” videos on YouTube. The HughesNet satellite I used for the last twelve years was terribly slow. Downloads and streaming were impossible. When I told my neighbors that I too had finally cancelled HughesNet, they cheered. I think I was the last one in town to get Starlink. For my geeky friends (Steve), the latency is 60ms vs 1000ms which explains it.
I went out one day to start up the Tundra truck and the door wouldn’t open with the remote. I swapped out the battery with the battery in the meat thermometer to make sure it wasn’t the battery (it wasn’t). Then I pulled out my recently purchased portable battery charger – incredibly small and compact. I watched a YouTube video on how to use it correctly and was able to jump start the truck in less than two minutes. Quite a thrill to have the right equipment and be able to get it started so quickly. I also learned that the alternator takes 30 minutes to charge a typical battery (what would we do without Google?) so Chica and I took a drive up to Bowman Lake. All in all, a satisfying learning experience for sure.
Bernie and I loved to sit in our lawn chairs in the morning, sip coffee and look at the garden. I felt him there very strongly, in a comforting way rather than in the more bereft way I feel about him not being in our Oakland house. When my neighbor was installing the new charge controller for the solar, I said that I wished Bernie were there to see it. He said without hesitating, “Well, he can see it because this was his favorite place in the world so he’s here.” It was such a sweet and comforting thing for him to say and I realized that it was true.
Chica sitting next to me in the morning while I have my coffee. She’s so small I don’t need a dog bed, she’ s using a chair cushion.The peonies always peak in June – they were gorgeous this yearChica (right) and her new best buddy and down the street neighbor Sierra. They have a blast running around the yard together.
I lost my sweet Sunny girl on Wed., May 22nd. I posted on Facebook so I know most of my readers already know but I wanted to write a little more in detail about my sweet pup as a tribute to her and our life together.
I adopted Sunny on 1/17/2010 from Furry Friends Rescue. They had her birthdate listed as 1/7/2009 and they were pretty accurate on her age. She was still a pup but full grown. At that time, my dog Angus was 14. I brought both of them to my parents’ place at the Meadows in Napa so my mom got to meet her too. Angus was not doing too well but I wanted to get him to Graniteville one more time. Sunny’s first visit to Graniteville was Angus’ last. I lost him on 5/13/2010. I lost my mom on 6/6/2010.
Bernie and I used to remark about how you could always tell it was Sunny’s first day in Graniteville. She would get so excited and suffused with energy each and every time we brought her.
She knew every trail by heart and would wait always for me at the same exact spot to see which way I planned to go. If I couldn’t find her, I’d know to find her in Norma Stone’s kitchen where she always got a treat. She also loved the Stone’s dog, Beggs, and the three of us made many trips to the swimming hole and on bike rides up Rattlesnake Road.
On her last visit in early May, that “first day in Graniteville” energy came back. We had one, last wonderful hike on the “loop” and I even had her off leash which I hadn’t done in a while because of her deafness. She chomped on snow and napped in the grass. When I went to the basement, she stood at the top of the stairs and waited for her treat, something I taught her to keep her from following me down every time.
This past Monday I loaded up the car and put her in her crate, hoping to take her to Graniteville for what I thought was her last time. Just past Berkeley, she started to cry and whine in what sounded like pain. She’d never done that before. I turned around and brought her home. I had already spoken to the vet about the inevitability of Sunny’s world getting smaller to the point where her quality of life was suffering, and she sent me a list of in-home euthanasia services. I contacted one and made an appointment for Wed.
Tuesday was Sunny’s and my last full day together and I made the most of it. She was able to complete our usual morning walk. Part of her cognitive decline that has gone on for more than a year is that she has been obsessively focused on food, especially between 4-7pm. To the point where she would tear up the garbage and cardboard boxes left on the ground, behaviors she never showed before. Her anxiety was obvious from her panting and circling. I found out from the vet and others that this can happen to older dogs.
But on this, her last day, she got lots of cuddles and kisses and all the treats her heart desired. I opened bags of them and emptied them and she gobbled them all up. We stayed together all day, her mostly snoozing right by my side. I took her outside, just the two of us, for our usual 2pm walk. She took a few steps and looked up at me as if to say, “Not today.” It broke my heart, but I took her back.
That night, after her regular dinner, she got a full New York Steak and then a raw bone filled with marrow. She ate and ate and ate, tail wagging. At bedtime we did our usual ritual where she ran into her crate and got a piece of kibble, and then to her bed in the corner of the office where she laid down and I gave her a handful of kibble. I took off her collar and she got more hugs and kisses. She always slept in the office but that night, her last with me, she came into my room and curled up on the rug at the foot of my bed. I heard her stir in the middle of the night and was so glad she stayed close.
The next morning, Wed., we did our usual morning walk. When we got back, at the bottom of the driveway, she stopped and looked up at me. Joy of joys, I could tell she wanted to play the game that we had done for many years, but we hadn’t done for a while. I unclipped her leash and she waited. I said, “GO!” and she took off like the young dog she once was, racing up the driveway, over the breezeway and up the front door where she met me, wagging her tail with and smiling her doggy grin. I’m writing this through tears, remembering that last time.
Her last moments were peaceful, laying in her bed in the office, eating a few last bites of New York steak. Lots more hugs and kisses and then freedom from pain. It was very peaceful.
Driving up to Graniteville where I am now was hard, the first time without Sunny. I kept looking in the rear view mirror for her crate, but it wasn’t there. Just like with Bernie, all my “firsts” with Sunny are going to be hard. Fifteen years is a good, long life for a dog and Sunny had a good, long life.
This morning, I went down to the basement. Coming up the stairs, I looked up and Chica was standing there, licking her lips and waiting for me. On her one and only trip with Sunny, she learned what I trained Sunny to do. Thank you, Sunny. Good dog.
Picture taken by Bernie at Sawmill Lake She had an underbite that gave her a very distinctive, joyful smile.Sunny in her agility daysSunny at Bowman Lake – my favorite photo of her.
Today would have been Bernie’s and my 31st Anniversary. I felt a strong pull to be in Graniteville and I made it. There was a time when I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it but here I am and I’m glad I came. My friend Pat told me that it’s possible to have two emotions at the same time which I’m finding to be true. I feel the grief of missing the love of my life in our favorite place, but also a deep gratitude of our life together here.
Sunny, Chica and I drove up on Monday and found it to be warm and lovely out. I had some anxiety about getting everything up and running now that the house is more complicated – on-demand water heater, disconnected bathroom and kitchen faucets, propane heater etc. Yesterday I studied the videos that Bernie and I made describing how to turn everything on and I got to work. Got everything connected and then I cooked clam linguine, the dinner that Bernie and I always have on our first night.
By bedtime the propane pipes had not completely filled so there was no heat. I slept with a flannel covered down quilt, Chica buried down by my feet. Chilly morning (46 in house, 36 outside) but got the fire going and pondered my future. I didn’t think I wanted to spend another cold night/morning and felt some despair about my ability to keep coming up here by myself. But I persevered, took a deep breath and kept at it until finally the heat and hot water came on. I was jubilant and I like to think that Bernie would be proud.
Chica is having a blast and Sunny has perked up almost like her younger self (she’s 15). We did the hike I call “the loop” yesterday and Chica jumped over every log that Sunny went over. I am keeping Chica on a 30-foot-long leash. They both conked out last night in true Graniteville tradition.
It’s gorgeous out, warm and sunny and I feel Bernie everywhere. I keep expecting him to walk around the corner or to see him off in the distance splitting wood. It will be a very long time until I stop seeing him everywhere, and I’ll never stop loving and missing him. My ‘first’ lunch on the porch was tough. But the woods, the sound of the creek and the impossibly bright blue sky are doing their magic, and I can feel the start of a healing.
I’m also very touched by the generosity of my neighbors Sam and Mac. Both stopped by to assure me if I ever need anything, not to hesitate to ask. Mac brought me a delicious homemade pizza. I had a leak under the bathroom sink and they both tried to fix it. I left a message with Lee, the plumber who worked on our house in 2020. Much to my awe and delight, he showed up this morning. I can’t even get a plumber that fast in Oakland!
One of Bernie’s and my favorite things to do was to sit together in the yard, look at the garden, listen to the creek and enjoy being together in our favorite place. I hope he knows that he’s still here with me.
Taken on our last trip to Graniteville together last September (we came again in Oct. but didn’t stay at the house).Much less snow than last year. This stuff tastes good!Waiting for me to bring up firewood from the basementI like this place
I have many helpful resources that I turn to on a daily basis. There is a daily meditation book called “Healing After Loss”, a pamphlet called “Experiencing Grief”, a Kindle book called “Comfort for the Grieving Spouse’s Heart”, a Facebook group for people who have lost a spouse, and a prayer and meditation app called “Hallow”. They each have a slightly different emphasis and between all of them, there is always something I can relate to. One of the concepts that I’ve become very accustomed to is “firsts”.
“Firsts” refer to the first time I do something without Bernie. They can be predictable like a holiday or special occasion. There are many, many more that happen unexpectedly and can catch me unaware. Not long after Bernie passed away, I went to REI to return an item I had ordered online. Customer service was in the very back of the store so afterward, I found myself automatically walking toward the sock section. That’s where Bernie and I met whenever we shopped together at REI. When I looked up and realized that he wasn’t standing there, it practically brought me to my knees. I got out of there as fast as I could. It stayed with me for days and left me shaken.
Another bad one was going to the grocery store for the first time, when I automatically walked down the cereal aisle to pick up Bernie’s favorite cereal. I managed to hold it together enough to finish my shopping, but it wasn’t easy. There are many smaller things like cooking a favorite meal or seeing the cherry tree that he loved bloom again.
I’m not comfortable showing my emotions in public so going out was like an emotional landmine – I wasn’t sure what would trigger the pain and I wanted to avoid it altogether. What I’ve learned with the help of what others have written is that this is a common occurrence with grief. The first times are the hardest and I can go somewhere private if I need to be alone. I’ve learned through experience that the next time I experience it is a little easier. The cherry tree is now in full bloom and I can look at it and smile.
The Velveteen Rabbit stayed on a shelf to stay safe but missed out on life. I need and enjoy human contact and it is getting easier to be out in the world. I’m still hit with many, many “firsts” so I can’t avoid the pain. But the readings serve to let me know I’m not alone and that others have also navigated through the same landmines. Knowing what to expect and that it does get better gives me hope.
This is what is called a “widows bracelet”. The word “widow” makes me wince but I love being able to wear Bernie’s wedding ring. I learned about these from my Facebook group. Bought it on Etsy.A fun memory of the partial solar eclipse in August 2017. We had an impromptu eclipse party in our front yard in Graniteville. Pictured are Bernie, Rusty, Julie, Bob and Nina. We lost Rusty a couple of years ago so this picture is especially sweet. Of course it was Rusty’s idea to use the welding masks!Photo from today of Bernie’s favorite cherry tree on a beautiful Spring day
