had actually come from Carl.
Then I found medical records.
Carl’s records.
Thirteen years showing the progression of Parkinson’s.
There had been stable periods.
Then declines.
Then new treatments.
Then more adjustments.
He had managed all of it alone.
Below the records was a recent photograph.
Carl was sitting in a chair in a small apartment.
He looked older.
Of course he did.
Thirteen years older.
The disease had changed him.
But he was smiling.
Not pretending.
Not performing for the camera.
He simply looked peaceful.
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