I’m resurrecting this crumb from when I first came home from the hospital after my bicycling accident.
Last night my wife and I were talking in bed. The kids were down and the TV off. She was looking at me, and I had my eyes closed.
“Don’t close your eyes,” she said.
I looked at her. “Why in the world not?” I asked, already halfway to sleep.
“For the longest time,” she answered, “when I would visit you at the hospital after your accident, you would talk with your eyes closed. You couldn’t open them. I thought a lot about what would happen if you never opened them.”
So be it.
It brings back memories. Good ones, but sad ones, too.
