"In my darkest moments, I envisioned putting both of us out of our miseries; curling up on the bed with Rachel and drifting quietly off in each other's arms."
"The prognosis for your son isn’t very good, I'm afraid. I don't expect he will be able to walk or talk again. He may not have the capability for learning new skills or even relearning old ones."
"Rich is necessary to my happiness; I love the person he is now, I love who I am when I'm with him, and I can sometimes hold these two truths in my head at once: I wish he were whole, and I love my life."
"Of course, the brain injury is always with us. Do I feel like I have my old life back? What we have is a reasonable facsimile of our old life."