lauren's was an almost perfect plan in a world that i was growing ever certain was tilted much more toward irony than it was toward perfection .
what had sam said as we finished our beers on the roof of the west end tavern before we'd left on our trip west ? he'd said ," fate abhors planning ."
got that right , sammy .
my friend diane drove jonas and me to meet the air ambulance .
we watched the jet land . jonas got a chance to spend a few minutes with lauren . grace and i had a brief chancew to reconnect . she gave her brother a present - a T-SHIRT she'd picked out for him from a board store called TOMS sketeboardwinkel in amsterdam ." winkel " means shoop in dutch ." she explained to him with a giggle ." skateboard " means skateboard ."
he loved the shirt . he was also a mature enough kid to recognize that what grace had said about skateboards was pretty darn cute .
diane drove away from the airport with the kids strapped into the backseat of her convertible . the top was down . the kids were waving . white cumulus clouds were billowing like cartoon balloons above the rockies , highlighted agaisnt a sky the blue of blind hope . diane wou7ld take the kids back to spain hills and turn them over to mona . mona would keep an eye on them until i got home.as the fog of crisis cleared m lauren's medical condition was coming into sharper focus . she wasn't actually paralyzed . she was suffering actute bilateral paraparesis - susdden profound weakness in both her legs - as the result of a new MS lesion on her spinal cord between the second and third cervical vertebrae . the news was far from good , but it was better than the waful report i'd heard from joost holken .
i climbed into the ambulance after my wife's stretcher was secure i could smell fear seeping from her pores .
"i'm relieved to see jonas ," she said ."i was so worried , marty didn't put up a fight ?"
what had sam said as we finished our beers on the roof of the west end tavern before we'd left on our trip west ? he'd said ," fate abhors planning ."
got that right , sammy .
my friend diane drove jonas and me to meet the air ambulance .
we watched the jet land . jonas got a chance to spend a few minutes with lauren . grace and i had a brief chancew to reconnect . she gave her brother a present - a T-SHIRT she'd picked out for him from a board store called TOMS sketeboardwinkel in amsterdam ." winkel " means shoop in dutch ." she explained to him with a giggle ." skateboard " means skateboard ."
he loved the shirt . he was also a mature enough kid to recognize that what grace had said about skateboards was pretty darn cute .
diane drove away from the airport with the kids strapped into the backseat of her convertible . the top was down . the kids were waving . white cumulus clouds were billowing like cartoon balloons above the rockies , highlighted agaisnt a sky the blue of blind hope . diane wou7ld take the kids back to spain hills and turn them over to mona . mona would keep an eye on them until i got home.as the fog of crisis cleared m lauren's medical condition was coming into sharper focus . she wasn't actually paralyzed . she was suffering actute bilateral paraparesis - susdden profound weakness in both her legs - as the result of a new MS lesion on her spinal cord between the second and third cervical vertebrae . the news was far from good , but it was better than the waful report i'd heard from joost holken .
i climbed into the ambulance after my wife's stretcher was secure i could smell fear seeping from her pores .
"i'm relieved to see jonas ," she said ."i was so worried , marty didn't put up a fight ?"
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