Aspen530, I wanted to be in the plane with him, if only to hold his hand. If only to be there for him. If only to know we both understood what was going to happen. Then came wishing for five minutes. I still do. I still wish for five minutes. No one will understand what you are living more than anyone here. In the middle of the night, when it is hardest, there will be one kind soul who is feeling the same, who will hold your hand... And one day, in the future, only when you are able, whenever that may be, you will be the one, here in the middle of the night, helping someone else. In the early days, in the first week, the only way I could imagine surviving was to know I would have the ability to help someone else. It was the only thing that made sense. Hold on to whatever gets you through the moments. It may not seem enough, but I hope it is. PM me if you need more. I will do what I can to help...
-L.