During what proved to be Burt’s final decline, he welcomed the company of some hallucinatory friends. His first experience with hallucinations had been of little people occupying our studio apartment; that had occurred at the beginning of our run-in with Lewy and those little occupants annoyed him.
Now, he was having serious, intense conversations with someone or ones in the ceiling. They were apparently disembodied but often their presence distracted him from conversing with me. He would politely excuse himself as he turned to interact with a buddy over his head.
I found this endearing. All of it. The polite disengagement from our chat. His turning to speak to the other. The conversation he would continue with the imaginary pal.
I know that I found Burt’s demeanor sweet and it charmed me. He was so engrossed. My heart melted. I think I can explain my reaction as coming from love.
this is our life 