Everyone was trained to focus on homework, then college applications, then more homework. Every concern was school-related, and I realized that that just wasn’t normal.
Bad news came at us like a runaway freight train. At first, it was a broken leg. Then it was a fractured femur. Then an infection set in. Then it was an amputated leg. From the thigh.
I’m angry that he’s put us in this situation. I’m angry that he’s missing his baby’s first steps. I’m angry that just a year ago we were crying with happiness in the delivery room with our new baby and life seemed amazing.