Dear George, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve abridged your name, but hyphenated monikers run a bit long for my taste, even when they are as dignified as yours. But I digress. My opinion about your name is not why I’m writing to you today. I can’t even begin to fathom how difficult it must be to watch your own mother slip away right before your eyes, day after day. Your mother was a talented and courageous woman. But she was other things, as well. All we can ever see of our parents is what they wish to show us, and we in turn must choose how to see what we’ve been shown. And how easy it is to
