December Skies

December was always her favorite month. She said there was something about the December sky at night; a backdrop of winter blue velvet, beautiful and silent. The diner looked the same, maybe newer, fancier ...shinier somehow.  The old man stood and looked at the diner one last time.  Memories.  A tear escaped and made its … Continue reading December Skies

My son, the triathlete…

This is an amazing story of sadness and joy. One persons story of triumph over tragedy. May God Bless this young man and his family. ❤

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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You may know my son’s story. For once, I have no problem repeating it for those who do not. I have a very good reason for it that I have been bursting to share!

In 2009 my son was 25… a good looking, successful young man with a fast car, nice apartment near the coast and a very promising career. That ended on July 4th when he was left for dead in a Bournemouth alley, stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack.

2009 before the attack 2009 before the attack

I have written before of the terror of the next days as he underwent brain surgery to remove the shards of shattered bone from the left hemisphere of his brain. I have told of the weeks of heartache as we waited to see if he would live or die, while his brain bled and swelled, causing further damage to the brain stem itself…

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