Last year my wife and I looked at each other and, without saying the words, both communicated the same thought: “if she goes to the hospital, she’s going to die.” I watched while she hugged the kids for the last time while they watched whatever was on TV. Then I watched as she was walked to the ambulance and the door closed. And after she rode away, my daughter drew a stop sign on a paper, put it on the door and said, “mommy doctor stop sign” in a bit of a huff. Suddenly, I wondered what i would do if I had to tell them their mother died. I still don’t know what I would have said, but I spend every day grateful that I didn’t have to find out. I promise you: I never take for granted that my family member came home when so many didn’t.
1 Year Anniversary of Robin’s Hospitalization
