Jennifer Fura remembers it being quiet — as if life was on autopilot — for a long time.
“Whatever they needed they got; try to sleep when you could. I don’t remember a lot of it,” she said. “I kind of felt like a zombie for awhile.”
One day all of that changed, when her son, Scotty, walked into the kitchen, smiled at her, and said, “Hi, mom.”
“And that’s when it hit me: I’m like, if this kid is smiling, every day, after what he’s been through: why aren’t I?” she said.