True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

people.

He held doors.

He still wrote letters by hand.

In the months that followed, while he could still write letters and hold doors, he also did something else.

He called me one afternoon in the spring of 2019. A Tuesday, not a Sunday, which told me it was serious.

“I need to talk to you about the accounts,” he said.

I drove down the following weekend.continue reading …