A Biker Visited My Comatose Daughter Every Day for Six Months – Then I Found Out His Biggest Secret

We don’t do speeches.

We just sit.

It’s not forgetting.

Drink coffee.

Talk about classes. About his granddaughter Lily. About nothing.

It’s not forgiveness.

It’s not forgetting.

It’s three people who got stuck in the same awful story, trying to write the next chapter without pretending the first one didn’t happen.

If you could give one piece of advice to anyone in this story, what would it be? Let’s talk about it in the Facebook comments.

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