Sometimes I don’t want my wife to touch me. I grow anxious and sweaty at the thought of her behind me as we ascend the stairs to bed. I pass it off like it’s funny.
Horses were my safest of sanctuaries. Nothing bad would happen.
“Very deep down I know that we will rise, but for now, I still need to mourn the debris.”
An “energizer bunny” who spent weekends hiking, she now battles chronic pain and fatigue.
I pick out the universe where a bullet never fractured my skull bone.
“The villagers called the hospital ‘The Place of Sad Faces’ and many wouldn’t come here except as a last resort.”