Fiction

Still Me, by Jojo Moyes.

It is the final book in the trilogy about Louisa Clark, who cares for and falls in love with a paraplegic. The trilogy lays out how her life is changed after she finishes caring for him.

I am glad that to be nearly finished with this. It is hitting a bit close to home. My brother was significantly disabled by a drunk driver when he was eighteen. He is sixty-nine now. He has spent a lifetime with his physical disabilities. He went to college, married, had four kids, and retired from a good midlevel management job on the railroad.

He walks with a quad cane and has a built-up shoe. He is in pain every day.

He fell twice last week. Twice! He never falls. I have been with him on days he has nearly fallen, but I know how careful he is.

He has four stitches in his forehead, and three broken toes.

I have alerted other family members, in case he needs anything. I will see him later in the week. He lives ninety miles from me. My son and his daughter are closer. I think he will be angry with us for trying to help.

I am sorry to bring this here, but the book is making this all the more emotional for me.