This past week was the longest I’ve been gone from Michael since his seizure on September 16th. By the end of the week I was really miserable and crying at the drop of a hat. I felt an existential loneliness that I have not felt the entire time I’ve known him. Coming through the door, I saw the relief on his face that I was there and I felt the same. As I sit here on the couch next to his bed, I just feel at home in a way that’s bigger than just being where you live. It’s home.

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