I Woke After 11 Days and Found My 9-Year-Old Grandson Asleep Beside My Hospital Bed—Then He Whispered, “Pretend You’re Still in a Coma”
He considered.
“Okay.”
There was no Lisa waiting on the porch with lasagna.
I had asked for that.
No surprises.
No dramatic reunion on the day I came home.
Arthur brought groceries.
My friend Margaret stayed the first week because rehabilitation staff did not want me alone with full responsibility for a nine-year-old immediately.