Tears come to my eyes these months later as I pen these words, sitting in the comfort of our Surry, New Hampshire home with Betsy by my side.
Alex was sitting in their room the last night they were at the hacienda.
He was sitting in his chair, everything from the top of his head to his thighs covered with the newspaper he was holding out to read.
Sensing someone behind me, I turned just enough to see my wife sitting in a chair, her eyes closed.
Sweetheart, I'm sitting in your car bleeding to death.
