At just after 4 this afternoon it’s officially a year.
One year since my world tilted and time froze and his heart stopped and mine nearly broke.
One year since 13 shocks to the chest, two complete arrests, two flatlines, one coma, one smaller attack, one breathing tube, 3 terrifying nights, 17 days as a patient, 1 grateful family, 1 man.
One year since it all changed.
He is well. He is alive. He is getting stronger. He is ours.
I cannot fathom how a year has gone by so quickly. Sometimes I feel like it just happened and sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else and I am just a bystander.
I’m scared sometimes that it will happen again.
But so thankful to be here on the other side.
Once again our thanks go out to the staff. We are heading to the hospital tomorrow morning and bringing a gift to the folks in the ER and the staff on the fifth floor cardiac care unit. And then? Then we are going to spend our day together, doing whatever we want.
Because life is short. And we should all be out there living it.