My dad spent time in a German POW camp. Eventually, he escaped, and walked across Poland to the Russian lines in wintertime. He let us know that if we were not in those circumstances, we were fine.

Dad looked after his mother when she was dying of cancer. He knew there was something worse than that. I think he also expected to be there, to look after mom, if something happened to her. He died 10 years before she did, and I'll be grateful to him all the days of my life for not telling me how bad it was going to be taking care of her.