The Boy

Asia and I will pick Forrest up at the airport today, after his amazing trip to Italy. (Lee, Dixie and maybe Jeff(?) will meet with the adjustor at the house.) We have not told him about your condition, as there would have been nothing that he could do from across the Atlantic. You were stable, fast. He was never in danger of losing you before coming home. And in the time (and sifnificant funds) it would have taken to rustle up an alternate, last-minute flight out, he would've been home again anyway. A week ago, we might've had a harder time deciding what to do.

I know it's a possibility that, in his grief, as he begins to feel the same helplessness about your lying there that we all do, he might focus on the anger about our decision. (Remember that we've all had the rigormorol about the house to help distract us.) But, as Jeff said yesterday, "Make sure Forrest knows this was a unilateral decision." None of us wavered on this. Still, it was pretty tough on Trish when Forrest called yesterday to check in and she had to hope he didn't ask any direct questions about you. It was tough enough that she broke down afterward.

Alright. I'm off to shower and get my mind clear for this next hurdle on our family's emotional marathon.

Here comes the son... doo doo doo doo...