There's no place like home.

I learned today that _________. I thought that sentence would be easier to complete. My Dad came home from the hospital today for good- after being in motorcycle/pavement/ER/coma/ventilator/icu/trach/stepdown/tele/regular floor/rehab/half rehab. Fuck. Thats a lot of trauma for 6 months. 6 months. I can still remember when I got the call. I was paralyzed. I thought he was dead. I wouldnt have believed it if Nostradamus had predicted it himself. Ok so now what? Do we go back to our lives? Miraculously become a functional family? Start writing notes on napkins and go to Disney World on Vacation? I want to scream that its not fair! Throw a temper tantrum and destroy everything in the house. You're like a tornado. We're FEMA and we're tired. I refuse to carry that story around in a lead backpack. I'm too tired. It's too heavy. All we can do is leave it behind and allow the universe to breathe us into now. In forgiveness. Out pain. We're not in Kansas anymore.