The horror of seeing someone you love, a face you know better than you know your own, in a hospital, comatose, with a ventilator in the mouth and tubes running all over: that's about how I felt when I saw the cheery Friendship Room with safety signs and plexiglass all over it.
It was snowing so hard that I could not see the cliffs across the river. I could barely see the river itself through the driving snow, as I walked down the concrete staircase from Labelle to downtown Steubenville, to bring some gloves and hand-warmers to the Friendship Room.
