“You’re the woman I want to be with, yesterday, today, tomorrow!”

“Why can’t you see yourself the way that I see you John?  You’re the man who can take me in his arms and make me forget about the rest of the world.”

She doesn’t understand why these memories have resurfaced today.  She hasn’t thought of her past life for some time now.  Her past life?  Left in a coma for three years and pronounced dead after her relatives terminated life support.  How did she come to this point?  What happened?

Managing my care for the years of my coma took its toll on my mother.  When she found the advanced directive in my private papers stating that I did not want to survive on life support, she honored my wishes. Unfortunately, the advanced directive was a fake put there by someone who did not have my best interests in mind.  Fortunately, thanks to my Uncle Clay, I survived.

Uncle Clay had made arrangements for my care in the event that my mother decided to terminate life support.  He knew that I was a fighter and would do everything within my power to fight to overcome my circumstance.  In that, at that time, I was in no condition to fight, he fought for me.  He decided that should my mother approve to terminate life support, he arranged with staff at the long-term care facility to make it appear that I died.  He made sure that no one else knew of his plans.  He had me moved to another facility and there I received the care necessary to survive that ordeal.  Although it took many years after that for me to recover from the coma, it took several more years of rehabilitation to regain my former strength.  The fact that my mental faculties suffered no major damages as a result of the coma, allowed me to return to practicing law.

Getting dressed this morning, for some strange reason, she decided to spray on a perfume she had not used in years, “Flowers in Springtime”. She had an early morning meeting downtown.  The meeting ended well and as she entered the elevators to return to her office across town she heard someone call her name, “Evangeline”.  She replied, “Yes”.  The elevators doors closed.