It was the high school daughter of a man with FTD who, to my knowledge, was the first to picture this process of losing the person you love. She drew a picture of her Dad where one side of his face transformed into butterflies... who flew away in an ever increasing group. It was pretty powerful, because it perfectly captured this process where memories and skills seem to just flitter and flutter away.
It stuck with me.
About 18 months ago we were in a store and I saw the picture of the heart and the butterflies with a 3-d touch depicting this same concept, and I bought it on the spot. It hangs in the dining room today.
The symbolism speaks to me about our shared heart "in transition" yet retaining the love and togetherness until the last butterfly is gone. And while it's a part of the house, it's by no means the main feature or focal point of everything! There are too many other people and shared moments that fill our home. This is just now part of our story.medis
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