Just when I thought we would never get out from under this umbrella of grief and hurt, Jason came home from the hospital.

We moved to a new place, far from the city.

Jason's wheelchair didn't fit into the bathroom, because the sink was in the way.

When we walked through the neighborhood, everybody stared.

When we moved the cat there, he hid under the comforter for hours at a time.

And then ...

I got some audiobooks, and the commute didn't seem so long.

The sink was taken off the wall, and we started washing our hands in the tub.

We explored the area anyway and didn't care what the nosy neighbors thought.

The cat poked his head out from the sheets and fell asleep.

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