He Told Me to Choose Him or My Dementia-Stricken Father—So I Did

handwriting:

This doesn’t have to be ugly. Choose peace.

I stared at that line until my vision blurred.

Choose peace.

As if peace was something you buy by throwing away the inconvenient.

As if “peace” was the absence of people who need you.

I grabbed a pen.

On the back of his note, I wrote one sentence:

If your peace requires cruelty, it’s not peace.

Then I continue reading …