The Chair by the Window — The Night Nobody Helped Me
When I remembered that my brain had been injured and was healing, each session became a lesson in respect.
One afternoon, Piper watched me step carefully over foam blocks.
She clapped when I reached the end.
“You did it, Mommy.”
“I did some of it,” I said.
“That counts,” she replied.
PART 18: The Life We Had Before
As the first months passed, grief began changing shape.