Then the guardianship discussion raised questions he did not know how to answer.

Each delay had a reason.

Together, they formed more than a year in which I had been living beside an explanation that did not match his life.

“She isn’t getting better in the neat way I kept waiting for,” he said.

“I thought if I waited until things were settled, I could tell you without bringing all the fear into the house.”

“Things don’t have to be settled for me to know they exist.”