Home.
This is the third anniversary of me coming home from the hospital.
My wife came and took me home from the physical rehab hospital. It was a gorgeous day. It was cool and sunny, with high white clouds in a bright blue sky. It was wonderful.
All I wanted was to be home with my wife, and the sheer joy of riding in the car with her is hard to describe. Somehow I knew, I felt, how long I had been in the hospital. I had only been conscious for part of the time, but I had experienced the whole thing. I knew that I had been away. I wanted to be home. I wanted to be with my wife. Finally, I was. Just being in the car and enjoying the sun and the Autumn air, sitting beside my wife, being alive and going home, was all that I could ask for.
I was going home.
I am home, now, with my wife. What more could I ask for?
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