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Last Thursday my husband lost his life to the cruel disease of lewy body dementia. The disease took one piece of him at a time. It first showed its ugly self by taking away words, then the ability to read a clock. By the end of the first year he was hallucinating, confused, and forgetting friends, family and familiar places.
One part of me is at peace knowing the suffering is over. The other part of me is aching over the loss and for the pain my children and grandchildren are feeling.
This morning I was up before daylight and was comforted by this beautiful reflection while looking out the window.
Thanks for reading
Alice