Even thinking about those days makes me a bit disoriented. I've written about it before:
Why June is a Weird Month
Gift of Life
When the Time Train Derails
"When life gropesFeebly for the path where fell
Light last on the evening slopes,One friend in that path shall be,To secure my step from wrong;One to count night day for me,Patient through the watches long,Serving most with none to see."
I dedicate this blog to all Aidan's friends, on earth and in heaven, and in the hospital, which seems to be an in-between place that partakes a bit of both.