Hi, my name is Kari, and I’m the narrator of 63 Goodbyes, my personal story that I’m sharing through this blog.

My dad was known as “Papa” to his grandchildren, and that is how I refer to him in this narrative.

Likewise, my mom is known as “Nana” to her grandchildren and that is how she’s named in this story.

I refer to my husband as “J.”

Our three boys, oldest to youngest, are referred to as “J Jr.,” “C Bear,” and “Little M.”

My only sibling and brother is Mark.  He lives miles and states away, but we’re grateful for the long treks he, my sister-in-law, and their three boys make to come see us.

My life-long friend, is, quite obviously, a friend I’ve had nearly all my life.  We grew up next door to one another and consider ourselves as close to sisters as possible without being blood-related.

There are many other characters who make up this story as well.  Multiple friends, family members, and acquaintances whom you will see listed as “friend” or “aunt” or “doctor” or so on.  I don’t focus on names; one, for privacy sake, and two, to not get muddled in a “who’s who” debate.  For every person I refer to, there’s multiple others who tangibly helped or offered encouragement in other ways.  My goal is to focus on the helping/supporting/and standing by us that so many did during this time, rather than specifically on who did or said what.

We’re forever grateful for everyone who played a role in this story, in caring for Papa and caring for us.  We were blown away by the love and support shown by so many.  If you’re part of this story, know that you’ve made a difference and your kind acts are forever appreciated.