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 uses it for nothing because it weighs approximately forty pounds.
Bernadette sends a Christmas card.
Grace retired.
Pickles is buried beneath the tomato garden and probably still angry.
Life reduced the hospital catastrophe to one chapter.
Important.
Not everything.
That is the outcome I wanted most.