The worst things happen on ordinary days.
In the morning a vision of you floating in the front door through the house and vanished out the sliding glass door as if taking a last look around. I fall back asleep.
I call the hospital later. You are asleep. Vitals are stable.
The sky is blue and the sun is shining. A friend brings over bagels and coffee. We sit outside and talk. Feeling more relaxed than I have in awhile.
The call from the hospital in the afternoon. Apprehension when seeing the number because when they call you it usually…