For a long time I have thought about writing down some of the events in connection with my father’s illness. And for a long time I have delayed starting. A number of considerations stalled me, chiefly the desire to keep his identity, as well as my family member’s identities, confidential. It is not at all the case that it would make any difference to anyone other than my family, but we all are a very private bunch, certainly not rich or famous, or influential, or of much consequence to anyone. We are largely invisible and don’t mind it at all. No one would ever hear this story unless I tell it here. And perhaps I am the only one who believes it is worth telling. But you will have to be the judge.
Evan M.