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The Mulligan/Getz Cure

 I am receiving lots of support but what is helping my grief more than anything is listening to cool jazz. There is something about the slow sad sound of a Gerry Mulligan or Stan Getz saxophone that exactly expresses how I am feeling. It's as if the sax is saying, don't worry, we get it. You're not alone. Let us weep for you. 


My unofficial godson in Idaho, a blues musician himself (harmonica), came up with a name for this: The Mulligan/Getz Cure. Perfect!


My day starts this way: I come into the living room and say, "Alexa, continue." On an Amazon Echo that Harriet was given by her oldest daughter, the Cool Jazz Radio station on Pandora starts playing. The cure begins.


Another unexpected source of support are the residents here at Homewoods on the Willamette. The vast majority of them have lost a spouse themselves. They know better than to ask any well-intentioned but hurtful questions.

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