Burt died at home. I’m glad I was able to take care of him at home for most of his struggle with LBD.
Burt died at home, but I was not there at his moment of passing. Burt passed sometime between the moment I left home to walk to the gym and the ten minutes later that his aide, our wonderful aide texted me to come back.
I believe, but I don’t accept, that he waited for me to go so he could go. I had been hovering; I knew he was actively dying. I believe I knew.
Burt had been silently reaching, hands outstretched. This was day 4 of this seeking. I think I needed to leave him to find his way. On this day, he did.
Monday was marked as the six months anniversary of his death, February 25th.
On Monday morning at 11:29 it was six months since Burt found his path out of the journey, out of his struggle. I am happy for him.
Forgive me; it was a relief and I miss him.
this is our life 