“Hey, Jon come in here.” Jordan yells to him from clear across the house.
As I gaze at Jordan lovingly, he looks up at me and smiles before returning to his work. He is putting a bookcase together and it is proving to be more difficult than he had first thought. I just start laughing and then when Jon walks in, I try to keep my laughing at him to a minimum.
It’s amazing that it has been a month since he was wheeled out of the hospital, and now look at him. He is walking and talking, but still doesn’t remember a thing about either one of us, unfortunately. I guess what bothers me the most is the fact that he remembers is father killing Kelly, but not a single thing where I am involved. Not even when he had birthdays or anything like that. It really hurts.
“Yeah, what’s up
