Here’s Fener carving the turkey at Mom’s house, with Paul cheering him on.
This year at Mom Fener’s, Nick climbed the stairs on his own, was able to finally use the guest bathroom, carved the turkey, avoided a post-feast nap, took minimal pain meds, helped me make a yummy sweet potato dish and cleaned up afterward, and when we left he got behind the wheel and drove two hours into the desert, allowing me to digest the meal I ate that could have fed an entire village. Who am I kidding? It could have ended world hunger. And it was delicious! Thank you Mama.
We made a last minute decision to join the extended Nootbaar clan for a day and a half in the desert. So here we are, in our green, triangular Coleman tent in Ocotillo Wells, enjoying the perfect weather, big bonfire smell, clear starry sky, random fireworks, and the “braaap braaaap braaaaaap” of dirt bikes in the distance.
Holy smokes am I grateful! We just passed the 18 month mark since the accident, and if you told me a year ago that we’d be camping in the desert over Thanksgiving holiday the way we used to, I’d have said you were out of your fucking mind.
But here we are… slowly, but surely, getting our life back together. And not just any life: the amazing life we used to have, minus the convenience of pristine health and the naiveté of untraumatized youth.
Thank you to EVERYONE who has helped us along the way. Physically, emotionally, financially… we have not made it this far by ourselves, and would have long since crumbled without the immense and unfathomable kindness and dedication from our friends and family, and strangers too.
We love you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you… times ten million!