I hate to leave you. I see how spent you are and the dread of loss that even this short separation brings. Please know that I choose to make this journey only after much deliberation and as painful as it is, I must go, for our patients and also for me.
In the natural order of things parent’s age, and children grow up, and parents die. This normal pattern was violated by the predator that killed Morgan. I would have traded places with her gladly. My life has been full and rich because of you and what we share. Morgan’s life had just begun and she was poised to fly so high and be something really special in the world.
I feel that it is imperative to negate some of the evil that killed Morgan and accomplish something in her honor. Caring for the poor in Zambia is the most direct way I can see to do this. I realize the sacrifice it takes for me to go on this journey, financial, emotional, and physical, but know it is mine to do. You remember how you say that my greatest strength is making chicken salad out of chicken shit; well this is attempting to do just that only with worse starting ingredients.
Thank you for letting me go even if you don’t understand. I love you more than words can say. This darkness has been your finest hour.