Life in rehab was work. Steve got very little rest. The physical therapists were wonderful with their attention to detail and their knowledge of how a body can heal. Steve’s schedule left him with very little time to lay in bed. We were both up at the crack of dawn as the little rehab hospital began to transition from quiet nights to the buzz of another busy day…

It was a very hot late June day when I gathered our belongings, packed our car, and headed home. After saying our good byes at breakfast, the therapists and Steve’s nurse of the day lined up at the front door of the hospital and each one hugged him and told him good bye one last time…

One of the best parts of being home was the accessibility we had to our friends. We only allowed a few friends to visit us at the hospital after Steve left ICU because Steve rarely felt well enough to see anyone, so we kept contact to a minimum…

Steve and I were in Utah on a camping trip for our anniversary in the fall of 2010. Steve was struggling with quitting smoking, so he asked me one night as we sat around the campfire if I would do a Rojdnan session for him to give him some insights about his struggle. I brought my spirit’s voice through and Rojdnan told Steve…

You never know when your world will shift and love will take you by the hand and lead you back to yourself. Love is like that. It never allows you to stray too far before you are guided back home…