Greta was in the hallway with a coloring book.
Greta was three, and Greta heard it, and I have spent ten years learning exactly how much a three-year-old keeps.
It felt like my heart sh*ttered into a million pieces.
I loved my wife, and I couldn’t imagine how I was supposed to live without her.
But I did.
The first year was the kind of thing you don’t describe to people, because they either can’t hear it or they’ve lived it and don’t need to.
Diapers from a wheelchair.
A three-year-old learning to bring me things.
