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I am the most blessed woman alive. Period.

A response to Michael’s last post that I thought deserved better placement than just a comment.  This is to Mike from his beautiful brother, my son Nathan.

Mike,
I cannot agree more with the everyone who has responded to this post. You just left my house after a late night bowling, and I am thinking that walking away from that accident was a gift. That the brain injury is a miracle. I dont quite know how to say it, but it appears to me that you have a new brain. Which means that you have new eyes, and new hands, and a new voice, and new ears, and a new perspective on life.

I remember seeing you become concious for the first time after being in the coma, and you could not talk.

But you looked at me.

And, that was the beginning.

Everyday is a celebration of so many things, but you are now openly celebrated everyday. And not because you own a yacht, or you studied astrophysics, but a much more humble and simple celebration. One we can all understand. Just waking up and being alive, and climbing everyday. Higher and higher, and I’m coming with you.

Tommorow we swim and start with 400 yards again. Climbing. Tommorow we go to Dito and I imagine I will see you again, buzzing with positive energy and creative thinking. Climbing. And I know you will push yourself in all the physical and cognitive therapy you do every day.

Climbing. Climbing. How about we go hiking one day?

k(now) w(here)