The first is our early years at our happy place.... The second is the day he died. I find myself when I look at pictures over the years noticing the changes in his facial expressions and smile as his ALS progressed. The damn disease just robs them and us of who they were and how we related to them. I loved his so much, he was my best friend and soul mate, but at the end I was his voice, his caregiver and advocate.... Wouldn’t change my time with him but boy did I wish he didn’t have to go thru the horrid disease...
