38 Days without an Accident Report...

Yesterday, a few of Mikes friends, my girlfriend and I started the emotionally and physically hard work of cleaning out his apartment. It's so hard seeing the living space he last left, locking the door behind him and not realizing he would never return.

Tomorrow, Mike is having a surgery to move his feeding tube from his nose to his stomach.

On Tuesday, he is moving to a new hospital where he will get three hours a day of rehab. It's too far away, but I'll still try to visit every day.

We want the accident report. Or, more explanation on why it isn't being released. It has been 38 days.