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In Memoriam Robert Paul Cizauskas

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Posting this photo of family who have passed and who this morning at 5:30 welcomed my brother Bob home. He died this morning literally while I was texting my brother Tom to find out how Bob was doing, who has been in Hospice care this past week in his final stages of Lewy body dementia. Love to everyone and a plea in my brother Bob’s memory to love each other.

(L-R: my father, Albert Charles Cizauskas; my mom’s mom, Amelia Ambraziejus, aka Nana; my mom’s father, Josus Ambraziejus; my father’s mother, Anna Cizauskas; and my beautiful mother, Genovaite Josephine Ambraziejus Cizauskas.) — at Brooklyn, New York.

Brother, husband, love,

Leaving this home, broken hearts,

Slipping sweetly to the stars.

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Anniversary

Lifting the sheet and summer blanket high
While the morning air struggles to billow them underneath
As they sink onto the bedframe,

She remembers
When you taught a five-year-old gangly girl
Who adored you so and loved your hugs swallowing hurt and worry
Into your arms strengthened by years of cleaning
And softened by years of cooking and tasting for seven
And rounded by the weight of bringing five into this world
(A labor you called sweet and easy),

How to make a bed just so,
Smoothing out the lines to a crisp and fresh clean.

Now she allows the sheet to wrinkle and the blanket to hold stains,

A reminder that one year you are gone,
As her childhood and your protective love.

The author with her mom when Carol visited to say goodbye. Saturday, 21 June 2014. Falls Church, Virginia.

The author with her mom when Carol visited to say goodbye. Saturday, 21 June 2014. Falls Church, Virginia.