That second week in hospital and a nurse came over to my bed. She placed me in a wheelchair and took me to the main desk. I was handed the phone and listened to the voice of my mother. My mother, so far away in Vancouver. What she said would be the start of my renewal. That experience would change my life for the better, forever.
I have to remember how far I've come as I work through the emotional torment of the past year. Focus on how proud I am of my son.
Thank you, my friend. This therapeutic, reflective post has the comments switched off. All I ask is you spend a moment or two to absorb this posting of one lonely, reclusive man whose spirit will be inspired by the love of a son and the symbolism of a rainbow.