On day two, we were met in the hallway by the plastic surgeon, who asked what kind of vehicle Bill had been driving.  I thought it an odd question but I told him a Toyota van…the kind with no front because the engine is under the seat.  He got a quizzical look on his face … Continue reading Recognition

There is always a story behind the story.  Always.  My story is no different.  In fact, I believe the back story is at the root of why God asked me to write it all down in the first place.  (If you haven’t been following my story, go back to my blog Begin at the Beginning.) … Continue reading The Story Behind the Story

I know I must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights.  The nurse was telling me something about insurance.  As a healthy 23 year old I had never been in a hospital, never filed a claim, never understood anything about the process.  (I have an aversion to anything where math is involved.) I just nodded … Continue reading Praying for Life

I was expecting a monstrously unrecognizable face.  I was expecting to wonder who was lying in the bed.  I thought there would be machines doing all the work of keeping Bill alive.  I was wrong.  I realized this after my attempt to prepare myself with a ragged deep breath and a step into my new … Continue reading Home

It was raining.  A cold February rain.  The man on the radio was talking about the groundhog, and the wipers were squeaking in rhythm with the raindrops pounding my car.  My little student was chattering about something and I engaged in small talk with her to keep the “non-responsive” from ringing in my ears.  The … Continue reading It Was Raining