On the eve of a great adventure.
On the eve of our final Christmas together.
On the eve of being released...
He was near the end.
A violent fight was drawing to a close.
I folded the map in half and headed east.
Plane, landing gears, touchdown, ICU.
He looked at peace; a man tired of the war.
There was a glimmer of hope.
Critical is what they called the next few hours.
I steadied myself. I attempted to do the same for my family.
A holiday defined by a week-long hospital stay.
Each day saw small wins.
Hope hung thick in the air.
He survived this round, but the damage was done.
Be good to each other,
Nathan