James.
What do you do when everything you have ever known has been taken from you?
Do you shut yourself away, and pretend not to care? Is there a place that you can go mentally to help heal the internal heartache that makes you feel like you’re on the verge of death? So many times I had watched others around me suffer, but never was able to understand the suffering because I had never been part of it.
At least until now.
“Are you ready to go?” Greg called out from the open hospital room. The private room in one of their facilities had given me the time to heal while the rest of the world thought I was dead.
“Yeah,” I replied as I shoved the last of my things into a duffel bag.
Two weeks ago my daughter died, and from what Greg and the rest of his department told the world… I had died too.
