The photos I display on every surface document Burt’s days with Lewy Body.
Everywhere, there are pictures of him as the disease progressed and some of us at ballgames or on walks by the river. It’s a 10 to 1ratio.
What strikes me in the pictures I snapped during our journey is the joy I found in him. Well, my joy in being with him but more importantly the joy he still had. The joy he so freely shared with me. The joy he’s left for me to see.
He’s smiling or he’s engaged or it’s just another moment that it pleases us both to have shared.
this is our life 