him better than I could, allowing that help would not mean I had failed him.
It would mean I was being honest.
He wrote about the house.
He wanted me to keep living there.
He didn’t want me selling it or making desperate financial decisions just to pay for his care.
He had already reviewed our retirement accounts and savings.
He even included balances, account information, and the contact details for our financial adviser, Robert Chen.
Of course David had included a financial plan.
That was exactly who he was.
