One year ago, my brother in law got into a bad accident. I can't believe it's already been a year. He was released from the hospital in november of last year, and went to physical therapy 5 days a week until the beginning of this month.
For all accounts, he should not have survived. He had two brain surgeries, and they took out a good deal of his frontal lobe. He was in a coma for 2 weeks. I wondered if he was going to even wake up. But he did.
It is very hard to see him sometimes, because he won't ever be the 'same', and to think of mourning that part of him is pretty much more than I can handle, so I am able to let myself just appreciate the fact that he is still here and still as sweet as he aways was.
It's so unfortunate that things like that have to happen to jolt us into appreciating what we have now.