The Voyage
There is no particular chronology to the reflections and stories offered here. The intentional randomness is meant to be a mosaic of experiences that, I hope, add up to a compelling big picture.
The Big Divides
Nothing could have prepared me for the unimaginable trauma of my husband’s brain injury. It was a lightning bolt of devastation. Not only separating life into before and after—but totally redefining the meaning of “after.”
An Odd Thing to Say…
It must have been the twentieth time I explained to one medical professional or another exactly what happened when I couldn’t awaken my husband on the morning after his father died.
Playing Through Pain
Dennis once told me that when he died, he wanted me to sprinkle his ashes along the route of the Boston Marathon, his all-time favorite race.