Note: This is the beginning of a story that I intend on writing in a journal form. I am looking for opinions on the content as well as the format. I ask that you be completely honest and avoid sugar coating your opinions. (read as: if it sucks, say so.)
Thank You all,
Rea
May 13, 2008, 3:19 PM
Three months may seem a short time to you, but for me it feels like years have passed. It’s hard to believe that I will never be normal again. It is, however, surprisingly easy to believe that the only reason I am still alive is Tory. If she had not talked my mother into giving me another day, they would have taken me off life support and I would not be here now. In a way, I wish I could thank her for that, but there are times I have wished that she had let me die. The things I will never experience again create a longing in my heart that often brings tears to my eyes.
Yet, I believe that this is something I need to experience. Life has a way of putting one into situations that cannot be controlled by the individual for reasons beyond simple understanding. I feel that this is one of those situations and that is why I press on. In any case, I am rather tired. I will explain more in a later entry.
Micha.
May 13, 2008, 7:45 PM
Jared and Tory visited today. They were only here for a short visit, but it was so good to see them. Poor Jared doesn’t understand that this wasn’t his fault. I wish I could explain to him that accidents do happen. I wish that I could hold him and tell him that everything is all right. I want to be there for him like a brother should be, but I am physically incapable of that. So as my body continues to rebel, I will leave this with you, for him:
Jared, my dearest little brother, you could not have seen this coming. This was beyond your control and I will never blame you for it. Please do not blame yourself. Guilt of such a degree is something no ten year old should carry. I love you.
With this, I close.
Micha.
May 15, 2008 7:12 AM
I couldn’t write yesterday. The blood tests weakened me and FES was hell. That’s not to say nothing of importance happened, though. I was delighted when Jared and Tory came again. He was still nervous, but this is still a hospital and I’m still hooked up to the IV and monitors. That would be enough to scare anyone.
Tory told me that my father was home from his most recent business trip and that he and mother would be coming to visit today. I’m still deciding whether I like the thought of that or not. They’ve only been to see me twice since the accident, or at least since I came out of the coma caused by the accident. Neither time was pleasant. Mother never knows what to say and father insists I’d be better off dead.
In any case, this entry has sapped me of my energy and sleep beckons to me.
Micha.


