Today was long, tiring and strenuous…and then the clock struck noon.
We’re trying to get a routine down, we’re trying to adapt, and we’re simply trying to learn how to live with what we’ve got.
We both truly believe we have been blessed by God through all of this.

Joe’s starting to talk more about the accident and actually grasp the severity of the injuries. I’ve been scared to talk about it with him because I don’t know how to truly express to him how close he came to a completely different outcome without sounding harsh. I don’t want him to focus on what could have been. I just want him to remain positive and in the right mindframe to overcome this and not let it drag him down.

I know he’s going to have down days. I know he’s going to grieve for the loss of life as he used to know it. However, I also know that he was given a second chance. He has the opportunity to come out of this stronger, faster, and better than he went into it.

I guess only time will tell how he is going to deal with this. Right now things are coming up roses, I just pray that it continues to be a positive thing for him both mentally and physically.