"I Want You To Find Someone" - Guest Post - The Autism Daddy
My wife of fifteen years, fifteen brief years, told me this through tears on the hospital bed we had set up next to our Queen-size in the master bedroom. A cannula snaked from her nose across the coverlet to a large liquid oxygen cylinder where my dresser used to be, pushed aside so this hulking stainless steel vessel (there were three, side by side by side for easy swap-out) could be bedside. The top was rimed