We'll Never Have Paris

This morning I had an e-mail from Char saying Mike was in a coma and the doctors say he won't come out and that it is "a matter of days."

I don't have the details.  They're irrelevant now.

We have canceled our trip.  Four of her kids are flying over to Germany to help and I'm going to be with the fifth, just because crying together is better than crying alone, 100 miles apart.

This is surreal.  I can't even wrap my head around it yet.

I was never destined to love Paris, I guess.