Apr 14, 2007

“So, how ya doing?” I asked Gary at lunchtime. “Fine,” he replied. Moments later, he said, “I just remembered, today’s the fourteenth (the anniversary of his accident).” “You did?” I said. I was well aware of that fact and it was why I’d asked him how he was doing. “So, how ya doing now?” I asked. “Still okay,” he said, then went on, “Tears came to my eyes when I remembered, but I’m okay.”

At bedtime I asked him if he’d gotten through the day all right. He said he hadn’t thought any more about it, except to note that not only would it have been impossible for him to make the Alaska cruise last July, as the people in Birmingham said he should be able to do, but it doesn’t seem likely that he’d be ready to do something like that by even *this* July. And that one thing we hadn’t taken in to account was that I’d have to go along too.

Well, we certainly didn’t know all what was involved at that stage of the game (last May).

I suppose I should have something profound to say to mark the day, but I don’t. I’m just very happy to have him still with me.