6 Months

It's been six months now. February is a short month, it would have been six months on the 31st. Seems so long ago. It was summer then. A different world, a different life. As awful as it was, I wish I were back in that world, that life. I would do it all again. All of it. The treks to the hospital and back. The weekly blood tests, holding his hand during all the MRIs, the physical therapy, the endless research and questionning, the constant running to the pharmacy, the medication schedules, the stumbles, the falls, answering the same questions over and over and over, walkers and wheelchairs, helping him do everyday things you never thought you'd ever have to do, creating the alter world we lived in. The tears, the rivers of tears. Whispering prayers. The hugs. The mornings, hiding, together, from the day. Watching tv. Listening to music. His favorite ice cream. The sun setting on the skyline. The dusk drifting over the lake. The fleeting moments of complete lucidness and the expansive discussions that could go nowhere,ultimately disappearing,never to return. I'd do it again in an instant. To have him here, yes, I'd do it all again.