There are three black and white photographs of my dad that tell the story of the last few years. My brother, Andy, took them, and they are both beautiful and brutal. The first one is of my dad on an August day in 2008. He’s standing in a lake in the Adirondack Mountains. Because of his tremors, he’s down to 130 pounds from his normal weight of 170.
“He looks like he’s out of a concentration camp, he does,” my dad says about the person in the photo. “Nothing I ate, nothing I did, helped me put on weight, because it all went out through my tremors.” He says it was the worst moment in his 15-year battle with Parkinson’s disease.