I'm not the man I was physically, and that's one of the reasons why I'm writing to you to-day.

I've often wished to write and say what I'm going to say now; but I've held back, because I wanted you to finish your girl's education before I said it What I say is this: I want you and Sheila to come here to me, to make my home your home, to take control of my household, and to let me see faces I love about me as the shadows enfold me.
Like your married life, mine was unsuccessful, but not for the same reason.

The woman I married did not understand--probably could not understand.

She gave me no children.

We are born this way, or that.