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The Body Snatcher

He’s invaded my brain and my body

I am becoming him

I talk to strangers on the street

And give hugs to people I’ve never seen before

Telling jokes and laughing


Who am I?

How did he take me over

The world needs John’s joy and good will

He left me to fill up the empty space

Something comes from me and I look inside

“What’s happening to you, Erica?”

I like this new person

And she is so familiar

Just a female version

Not completely

I cannot duplicate him

But I can borrow him.


I am freer with me

Rebirth

Fresh start

A need to keep John alive

He would pat me on my back and say, “Go girl.”

Then he’d laugh - with me.


I hope he hangs around 

I hope he keeps feeding me his love

For that is what made John so joyful

His love for life

His love for me

Exploded from his being.

He shared John.

Mama Nature

“I shall not drop my leaves this year”,  said the tree

“Well, then, the Queen can be happy with no mating”, buzzed the drone

While the annual in the garden whispered, “I am going to force my flower to bloom forever.”


Hard for us to accept

Tears mark the ends

We search our world to see how we fit

We too have a birth

A life

And a death.


Some learn acceptance

And gratitude

Some rebel 

With stubborn denial


Look around

Nothing stays the same

Waves on the sand 

Change each grain

Trees blow, leaves fall

Impermanent world


Wishing for more

Makes me sad

My time will come

I hope I can say, “Thank you.”

Bumblebee collecting nectar from a lavender flower.

Loving John

My husband, John Baccus, was diagnosed with Alzheimer's on January 20, 2020. 


John accepted his fate with grace and his usual joy for life. However, as we had discussed many times in our forty-one years of a magical marriage, neither of us wanted to live life in a vegetative state. John was adamant that if his brain was diminished, he wanted to find a way to end his life on his own terms.


It took me two years to find a way to help my husband die. 

John's Wishes

"I don't want you to feel sad for me"

This is John about a week before he died. 

Our life together, over 41 years

A Promise Kept, Honoring HIs Wishes, Embracing Our Love 

I became a published author at 80.

I simply couldn't  help but write.


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