Gates is home. He's been home now for more than a week and going through therapy nearly every minute of every day; he told me, "Pretty much anything I do is therapy."
It is fun to witness him zipping around the house in his chair and then to find him, mustache and all, again back at church on Sunday. It does me so much good to see him, smiling, leaned back in his seat, raising his eyebrows in salutation as I escort my little one out to the restroom in the middle of the meeting.
I didn't intend to write tonight but as I sit here occupying this familiar chair, my thoughts drift, as they often do, to Gates. A recent comment reminded me of the group of individuals who have shared their stories of injury and recovery, stories which have touched me, stories I hope touch you.