He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
As mom nervously waited for Slade to wake up from his anesthesia in the patient waiting room, an unexpected blessing arose in the form of nurse Annie Hager.
"To the nurse who has been admitted to the ICU. To the nurse who can no longer breathe on their own. To the nurse who wonders if this is how they treat 'heroes.'"
"Some pain etches itself into your retinas. It’s beating us, pretty much every time. If you end up on a ventilator, you are not coming off until your heart stops."
