My Father Froze in the Doorway, Still Wearing the Old Gray Sweatshirt That Made Him Look Practical and Hardworking

and that I had been very lucky. My injuries were serious. Three broken ribs, a punctured lung, internal bleeding they had spent four hours chasing. The doctors had warned me that the next twenty-four hours would be critical, that the risk of complications was real, that I should have someone with me.

So yes, I thought, looking at that text message. continue reading …