I’ve always thought I’d do something more with our Sansoxyen story, but haven’t had the head/heart to go back to compile it into something new. I have a long flight in a few days though, so I thought I’d start cutting and pasting the early entries into files I can read/edit on the airplane. In the past couple of days, I’ve transferred 150 posts, which covers the first first four and a half months, the period from the accident to the ICU to the sub-ICU through Kindred subacute.  The period before having to advocate for him in nursing homes. I am trying not to do much reading yet, saving that for the plane ride, but the pictures and titles bring up all sorts of conflicting memories. I’ll share some of the standouts here. There was so much hope…and so much waiting. One of the quotes I found again on these pages pulls it all back into perspective:

“And sure enough, even waiting will end…if you can just wait long enough.” ― William Faulkner 

It’s a bitter relief  to see those words and to remember the context and yet, here we are on the other side of that waiting. Incidentally, May marks the four year mark since his accident. The most painful is facing how much the children and I have changed since that night. It’s clearly documented…I wonder if in the re-processing of these posts I can find some breadcrumbs back.

But here’s a quick photo trip through those early days. This is going to be another journey in itself, but I’m glad the time has finally opened up enough for me to start….or rather, finish what was started with this journal.