On Sunday afternoon our family hiked in Nichol's Arboretum in Ann Arbor, a place I frequented during John's hospitalization. The Arboretum had been a safe haven, a respite from the sounds and smells of the unit. Bundled against the 5 degree windchill, we strolled our favorite path along the Huron River. Amazingly, we saw swans… Continue reading Standing in the Moment
