There hasn't really been much to update about Dean and his situation. Things aren't going as well as they hoped. Really, it's just an endless wait. Wait to see if the swelling will go down. Wait to see if the other injuries won't get him first. Wait to see if he will ever wake up again. Just waiting.
Waiting is hard. And waiting at a distance isn't any easier. I wish I were there so that my words of sympathy didn't seem so empty and half-hearted. So that I could actually help and comfort and do something other than sit here and exchange text messages and phone calls. It's hard to not be there. It's hard not knowing what is going on. It's hard to wait.
And at this point, waiting is all that we can do.