My Husband Was In A Coma For Six Years—Then I Noticed Something Was Changing

he opened the refrigerator, reheated food, ate standing at the counter with the ease of a man having a midnight snack. He drank water. He washed his dishes. He dried them and put them away.

Then he went to the back door, opened it, and stepped onto the patio.

And lit a cigarette.

He stood there in the November cold, smoking, looking up at the sky, and continue reading …