I never imagined I'd find myself here. 

I am creating this site not only to try to help myself cope with the holes in my life after my husband's accident, but in hopes that in doing so I may help others who live with someone with a traumatic brain injury.

I am by no means an expert on the subject of memory loss but, after three years of living with the results of my husband's life-changing event, I do know how our lives together have changed.

March 20, 2013

One of my little secrets is that I screen my calls.  No biggie, right?  But today I was at work and I kept getting calls on my personal cell from a number that was not familiar.  Dammit, who would be bothering me at work when I was in the middle of trying to meet yet another deadline?  After three attempts with no messages, the calls stopped.  It never occurred that the call would be urgent, after all; no messages were left,  Bruce's cell number was all too familiar, and any other important callers name's would have shown up on caller ID. 

I was looking forward to the evening; we had just bought a brand new Rav4 SUV, and Bruce would stop at the dealership today to pick it up after some detailing we ordered. 

About an hour later, I got a call on my work phone.  What?  It took a while to register what the caller was telling me.  It was a police officer explaining that Bruce had been hit by a truck in the parking lot of the Toyota dealership.  The driver was backing up and hit Bruce, tossing him about 20 feet in the air.  He landed on his head.  He had lost consciousness for a time, but did wake and was dazed.  The ambulance had just left with Bruce and was headed to the Emergency room.