We are lucky to have him
Breaking blog silence...
That's my brother Michael -- and me watching over him. He'll be 46 on St. Patrick's Day; almost didn't see 44. "We are lucky to have him," as my sister wrote me the other day.
Indeed. Two years ago today there was a traffic accident and his ordeal began; emergency brain surgery, several weeks in a coma, surgery to fuse vertebra, many more weeks wearing a body brace and undergoing rehab, both in the hospital and at home. So much uncertainty, so many days of ups and downs, ins and outs, worry. There are still restrictions in place, and likely always will be, regulating how much weight he lift and how many hours he can work.
The annual comin' around of this day combined with my uncle having lost his wife (the love of his life) last Valentine's Day are a couple of nonweather related reasons why February is not my favorite month, and contribute to my funk. And this year, there's an extra day!
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Blog silence shall resume, as I'm leaving tomorrow for my weekend visit in Minneapolis. I am so excited! Blog friends always help with the funk -- they most certainly did two years ago, and they most certainly will now. Check with Deb, my weekend hostess extraordinaire (no doubt), regarding the probability of a Saturday afternoon outing involving yarn and probably food.