Then he wrote about Karen.
He told me to let her help.
He knew I would try to protect her from the burden.
He told me accepting help from our daughter wouldn’t make me weak.
It would allow Karen to do something she desperately wanted to do.
Then he wrote:
You have always cared for everyone else better than you care for yourself. I have loved that about you for forty years, and I have worried about it for just as long. Please let someone worry about you for a
