this is what i'll cling to

10 days ago, my brother was hit by a car while walking across a street in California.

We flew, my mother and sisters, to be with him, and he is still here despite the odds. Ruptured aorta, lacerated liver, shattered leg, fractured face. And they expect a full recovery.

It's easier to be positive on this side of the ordeal, but getting here was harrowing.

Yesterday was the first day he really woke up, asking for a Jamba Juice.

Of course he got one.

It was the most wondrously magical moment of my life. Molly and I sitting with him, grinning at him slurping up his drink, bobbing his head to Mumford & Sons playing from my phone.

It was beautiful.