Six Months

Six months.  Six months ago tonight this all began.  Six months ago Rob survived.

I haven’t let my mind wander much into remembering that night because it was so horrible and traumatic.  Even now as I try to think of it my mind almost forces myself to not remember because it would be like reliving it.  So, I won’t tonight.  Instead I’m going to look at my sweet sleeping husband and think of how remarkable he is.  Rob has come such a long ways is such a relatively short time.  Rob told me today that he had a chance to chat with a therapist he worked with when he first started rehab; he is on a different team now so doesn’t work with her anymore.  She just told Rob that he has progressed more and more quickly than any other patient she has seen.  Also that when Rob was first admitted the neuropsychologist told the other therapists to watch Rob, she had a feeling he was going to do well.  I cannot explain how deeply deeply grateful I am for Rob’s progress.  One thing I remember from when this started is thinking, and having it be a real possibility, that Rob wouldn’t make it.  That I would be a widow and my children wouldn’t remember their dad.  I especially remember thinking this when Rob got pneumonia; I thought that was it.  When I remember that and then come back to the present I am so overwhelmed with gratitude.  I wish there was a more grand of word to explain how I feel.  Grateful, even as powerful as that word is, doesn’t seem enough.  Rob survived and is recovering.  It astonishes me sometimes how amazing that is.

Just as much gratitude I have towards Rob’s recovery, I have toward the support we’ve had these six months.  I know I complain a lot on here about how hard this is, and it is hard, but I’m getting through it only because of the help from family, friends, and complete strangers.  I understand the scripture “burden should come upon all, that every man might bear his part,” (Mosiah 29:34) so much more now.  Although I feel the heavy weight of burdens I know others are bearing their part to help.  I have received many cards, messages, and comments that have lifted my spirit and given strength to get through these burdensome times.  I know I have not responded to all of those comments but I have read ever single one at least three times, they help me so much.  I have all the cards on my nightstand and I feel the love from them every time I look at them.  Just the other night Rob and I went through them again, it’s a huge pick me up of support.  Thank you for being there for, and with, me through this.  We have been blessed with donations that have lifted some of our financial burden; I don’t know what we would do with out them.  Thank you.  Thank you for your selflessness and goodness of heart.  You are all a blessing to us.  We have been blessed with meals, especially at the beginning and even now once a week.  Talk about lifting a burden, it may just be food to others but it's so much more than that for me.  Thank you.  Thank you for the prayers, fasts, and thoughts directed our way.  I have felt strength come to me that I knew was a blessing from our Heavenly Father and answer to prayers.  Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

It seemed fitting to start our new blog tonight titled “Miracles Can Occur” since these past six months is proof of that.  I wanted to combine our old family blog and Rob’s progress blog.  I wanted everything in one place so I didn’t have to figure out what to post where.  I hope to start posting like I did before; pictures, stuff about the kids, events, parties, etc.  It may take some time but I want to catch up on the past six months too.  This new blog layout isn’t perfect yet, I still want to add some things, but it’s a good fresh start.

Six months down, a lifetime to go!  We can do this!