|morning has broken|
So stinking much has happened.
So very much to express.
I don't know how I will ever be able to catch up. It will be best if I just dive in and catch up with things along the way.
Thursday evening, I made a frantic rush to meet an ambulance at a hospital that I am not familiar with.
While there I met a rather wise nurse, needing to interview myself and Sister. The nurse was trying to gather needed information as she was accessing our Father, who was here because of a rather
I have learned much about body language from working with the Deaf and learning ASL.
The nurse leaned in closer and closer..eyes widened and jaw dropping. At one point, she said, this is a movie! It's truly an unbelievable story of your survival. I have heard so much but this...this is just a movie."
Afterwards, Julie said she would like to start collaborating with me to write our story. It isn't a movie. It's the story of my life.
I need to write. It is what it is. Writing keeps me strong. It helps me to know that I am a survivor. That I am okay.
I wont be able to re-capture the moments that I missed. But I will try to go back and explain some things to help you understand how I got here at this point.
All is good. I'm okay. I am one tough cookie.