Because the only door to ICU is a straight shot to my son's room, I see everyone who walks in. I always look up to see who is coming through the doors. The emotion that funnels through these halls is heart-wrenching.
I wonder how many gallons of tears I've cried this week.
I no it's illogical ... but I hate that tree! I don't want to think about Christmas this year. A Christmas tree in the ICU unit isn't festive and it doesn't make me feel better. Sitting outside the door like that, it's like it's mocking me.