Dear Michele,

This post has been in my inbox for nearly a week, and though I saw it the day it arrived and every day after, I only paused but couldn’t read it. That was a sheer chicken move on my part, waiting until I found the mood to handle what I was certain was inside. I wasn't ready for the end, for Gary to leave you and your family, or for your writing about this chapter of life to come to an end. I selfishly waited and gave myself time when you could not. I admire your strength, the love you shared, and your ability to shift private pain into understanding through your writing. You are more courageous and eloquent than I’ll ever be when it’s my Gary’s time to go, and I’m grateful for the glimpses of your struggles, humor, and love together. I wish you well, Michele, and hope your days are filled with as much love and attention as one person can possibly handle. 🙏💜🙏