The Year Of The Cicadas
I know you are probably saying I know, I know, I have them all over the place. Well, that's not what I am writing about.
We know of the family. Bryce was friends with one of the brothers in high school. I remember Bryce telling us about the accident. We had already moved to WI.
I am amazed by this book on so many levels. The courage it took to write the book, raw as it is... I can relate a little to the struggles with someone with a TBI...the doctor visit, all the therapies, the milestones, the setbacks, the frustration, the tears, and the good that comes from it all.
I can say that I don't know where to go from here. You have been a part of my everyday life for a few weeks. I don't want to stop 'being with you'. I am walking around the kitchen seeing flashes of your house and that beautiful pergola with the wisteria that we saw when we were on the garden tour. I remember standing in the driveway talking to you and thinking how great is this. I love the setting, the farmhouse, the barn and of course the pergola. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought you all had been through the fire.
Thank you for sharing.
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