BTW, I found the errant marriage certificate in an envelope in this bag today.
A helpful neighbor who stopped by to move Burt into a better position in the bed said, “You might not notice, but I see a huge decline in the last 3 months.” I did. Notice that is.
The route’s been downhill, then a little rise and plateau. The fount of nonsensical stories is hard not to notice.
Burt’s conversations with a slew of imaginary friends are less and less coherent. I guess just the fact that he has these chats is a signal; heck, I know the signposts.
I get reports of trips he’s taken from him. He’s enjoying tv shows with the set off.
He’s mostly cheerful even in his arguments with the pals only he sees.
Hallucinations are near the top on the checklist of signs of LBD. Delusions, too.
He’s been weaker walking and in bed more. He’s sleeping for long [or longer] periods, too.
I’m watching. Hoping there will be a famous Lewy swing.
I think his birthday surprise will bring him a little joy. Connecting to others may be just the ticket.
this is our life 
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