Ken Carter was just old enough to enlist in the Navy toward the end of World War II. At 18, he was among the soldiers who journeyed to small islands in the Pacific to root out the last Japanese soldiers who refused to surrender, receiving a bayonet wound to the stomach in the process.
Yet when Ken talks about the hardest things he’s ever done, he doesn’t reflect on his war wounds. He talks about the decision earlier this year to move his wife, Verna, who had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s three years earlier, to a long-term care facility to give her the around-the-clock care she needed.
Ken and Verna Carter would go dancing seven nights a week for years after they married in 1973, staying out until after midnight before he would rise for work at 6 a.m. They worked together in a ceramics business on weekends and loved…
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