"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
“My son has permanent brain damage. His visual memory is in the fourth percentile. He's impaired in his ability to make real world choices because of his visual memory and his ability to fully perceive visual input.”
