Vic – What was the hardest part about coming home?

I think the thing that I recall that was an absolute disaster was…now I had been in hospitals since August, and I got to come home for Thanksgiving for, like, a day pass.  And I’d bought this new house a month before the accident, and moved up to a big job up here in Oak Brook and everything with McDonalds.  And, when I got home—and we rented a wheelchair van, did all that, my wife drove it and everything, it was a full-size van, the whole bit—and when I got home, it was a horrible experience—because I just looked at all the things I wanted to do, that I had planned to do for the house—“How can I paint?”—“How can repair this?”—“How can I take care of this?”—“The yard?”  I was going to build a deck at the pool; I mean all that stuff was, it was really a hard, hard time.  I kind of got really, I’ll say depressed after that first visit home; it was really tough.  My wife certainly picked up on that, and she got worried about it and all that, too—worried about me, because I was pretty quiet after that.