My daughter Julianne had a dream about her brother Christopher a few nights ago. In the dream, she and some of her friends were gathered together in Christopher’s room. They were talking quietly in the far corner. She grieved out loud to them. It had been nearly seven months since her brother endured the traumatic brain injury. How she longed for Christopher to speak and to surpass his minimally conscious state. All of a sudden, she heard a voice behind... Read more