Editor's note: This piece originally appeared on Karen's personal blog 'Missing Jim'
TO FRANCES AND BRAD, MY BEAUTIFUL, LOVING, INTELLIGENT CHILDREN:
My promises to you:
I promise to try to stay sane through this whole long process. Sometimes I don’t feel like I will be able to, but when I am with you, I know I can.
I promise to love you with all of my heart. Loving someone doesn’t mean giving them ice cream and chocolate every day.