It's been one year since Allen had his stroke. Well, truthfully, it was on March 26 - but that day was the first Sunday of Spring Break...which is today. I'll never forget that Sunday.
So how has the year been? It has sucked.
I'm grateful things weren't worse - but gee, I wish he was better. This fatigue thing is a big drag.
Maya Angelou's poem, I Rise, seems appropriate for my thoughts on strokes:
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