Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Dear Adam, Brenda, and,
Most of All, My Very Special Friend Karen,
I don't have the words to adequately express my sorrow in your loss. I am still reeling at how quickly you lost Les after his diagnosis. That he didn't have to suffer long is the only comfort I can see in this.
Karen. Remember that you are stronger than you think. I don't know how you're going to get through this, but I do know that I will be there as much as I can possibly be to help in any way I can. If all you want to do is talk--or not talk--just call me. If I can give you any guidance on the next steps you have to take, I will if I can. If you need to go out for a stiff drink every now and then, count me in.
Right now, though, what you have to do is to remember that you spent every single moment with Les right up until the end. I am sure that when you decided to give Les permission to go, to leave you--well, that must have been the hardest thing you've ever done. But, you did it, and I am so proud of you.
I will miss Les always teasing me about Mosinee and about my "little" car. Remember when we went down to Summerfest to see Bon Jovi, how Les's head stuck out of the sunroof? He was so goofy that day. And our times that we went to see Vic Ferrari together. Les sure knew how to pick the great musicians--Bon Jovi and Vic!
Half of you is gone, now, Karen, but I still love the whole you. My sincere, sincere sympathy.
Love,
Jacci