I took the most beautiful drive today along the Truxton extension heading West past Truxton lake. The setting sun warming the clouds with yellows and orange, Colin Hay softly singing over the car stereo. My wifes hand in mine as we worked our way across town going home. This long journey was coming full circle and we would soon be back to where we started, home.
So many things have changed over the last 2 weeks and yet we simple humans strive for everything to be back to our version of normality. Moms home. Shes in bed, shes on the couch, shes at the computer, shes hobbling with the walker to the kitchen. Shes laying next to me in the bed giving me warmth and taking it when needed. Shes breathing, snoring, talking, laughing, crying, whispering... It's like waking up from a bad dream to find that everything is ok and nothing happened. But then you see the pill bottles, the glucose monitor, her walker, and you know it hasn't all been a dream.
Her recovery is going well and she is getting around pretty good. Her appetite is starting to pick up and shes sleeping comfortably in our bed. She doesn't remember much, she dreamed that we went to Japan and the ICU room was her nightmare that she couldn't escape. I will let her tell you in her own words the vividness of the trip her mind took her on while she was asleep.
So far, so close, so frail, so strong, so fortunate, so humble, so happy. Happy. Normality.