I woke from a coma expecting the worst to be behind me. But something my daughter said made me question years of excuses – and start looking for what I’d missed. When I opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was.
Tubes ran into my arm, and a monitor blinked beside the bed.
Later, I learned I had been unconscious for eleven days after a car accident.
Then I noticed my nine-year-old grandson, Walter, curled beside me, one hand clutching my blanket.
He had lived with me since my son died four years earlier. I packed his lunches, walked him to school, and knew exactly which night-light he needed when he couldn’t sleep.
“Walter?”
His eyes snapped open.
For a second, he simply stared.
Then he threw himself against my chest. “Granny!”
He was crying so hard I could barely understand him.
A nurse hurried in, smiling. “He’s been waiting for this. That boy has hardly wanted to leave your side.”
