I know there’s a bright side of the road—I can see it and sometimes even reach it briefly. Utilizing the amazing skills of resilience that I learned from my late husband, guitarist Pete Huttlinger, I am working through the grief of losing him.
I don’t want to call them angels because that’s a huge responsibility for them, but they are kind-hearted spirits who are mindful of their effect on me.
How did he come home, after having been hospitalized for 10 days following a massive stroke and practice his guitar with any level of belief that it would get better?
I like to think I did all the right things. I told her that she didn’t have to make such a sacrifice, and that I would survive—that her visits were wonderful, but that she didn’t have to uproot her whole way of life for me
What to me sounds like a story with a sad ending, is really a story that’s 99.9% made of resilience and miracles, and that’s the story they want to hear