Dear Rose,

I’m writing this letter to tell you how much I’ve missed you. I think of you all the time. Last year Howie told me Larry was taking over and that we’d move to San Diego. Even though I didn’t want to be far from you, I was glad I wasn’t responsible any longer for the house. 

I have missed you dearly. I keep asking Howie to take me to you. Larry is in charge and says, “I’m sorry, not today.”

This last year has been horrible for me. I have fallen down four times and wound up in the hospital. I have been moved two times, and Larry won’t let me live with him. The food is terrible and I have no Jewish People to talk to.

I can’t see or hear very well and, I can’t think clearly or remember well, but Howie and Larry visit all time. Howie gives me a haircut and Larry brings me chocolate. 

For the last two weeks, I’ve been in a nursing home and they won’t let me leave because I am not well yet. Today I feel very sick. I do not know why, it is not like anything I have felt. I told Larry to take me to the hospital. I said that I need to write you a letter. I think I will see you soon.

I want to live, but living like this is miserable. I would rather be with you, Rosie. I love and miss you.

Jack, age 66