My will reflects that lesson.

If this ever turns into conflict, those who choose to litigate will be fighting over something that was never promised to them in the first place.

I would rather spend the years I have left living—remembering, loving, being present—than defending myself in a courtroom.

So I’ll ask it plainly: if you were in my place, would you protect the people who stood beside you, even if it meant enduring uncomfortable conversations and a little family friction?

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