For the two who never left.

For my wife.
For my mother.

Through every hour in the ICU, and every hour since. When there was no reason to believe there would be an after, you made the after real.

For the hands that held me here.

For the nurses who checked at 3 AM, who named me when I had stopped naming myself. For the doctors who made calls I couldn’t. For every unseen kindness that arrived unasked.

Prometheno is, in one real sense, a letter back to you.

Two good dogs who stayed.

For every blessing I did not earn.

For the messages I couldn’t answer and the prayers I couldn’t hear. For the food left at the door. For the people who kept showing up when showing up was all anyone could do.

The list is longer than this page will hold. I see you anyway.