The Shadows are Longest at Night Goonie

Today....was a really hard day for you.  You cried a lot.  You are very confused and very lost.  Jay Jay, focus...I'm telling you in my mind, "focus brother....focus". 
Good motor function today...which means walking and peeing went well.  But your mental status is really taking a beating.  You are lost in so many different times in your life.  Some times you don't remember that you have children, some times you think you have less children than you do.  Some times you think you live in Michigan, and once you said you were currently in "Westlake".  Some times you recognize whats happened to you and some times you don't recognize mom.  At some points, you are telling mom that Cynthia is at work..and she was riding on your bike with you when you got hit.  You say you see a fella who has blood from his ears, and you watch him go to the ER and you are watching all these people around him.  It wasn't you that flew off your bike...no, you are standing next to your bike.  And your head is not injured...those marks are "from a rag you wear [on your head] at work"..."Don't worry mom, those are just from work".  But when you see yourself in the mirror in the bathroom, you recognize that your head is hurt.  You scratch your head and get very scared when mom tells you that you were in an accident...and the reason you are so lost is because you've hurt your head.  But you get scared Goonie, and the darkness comes again...and you are lost.  Mom lays with you to calm you....you actually take her head put it on your chest and she listens to your heart beat...and thanks God that there is one.  She hears that it is strong...and hopes to all things merciful in this universe...that your mind will become as strong as your heart.  Boy brother...you know the truth of it is...no matter where we think we roam in this life, we always come back to the beginning.  It was you and mom before it was any of the rest of us.  And in the beginning, it was just you and mom...in a hospital bed together...while she listened to your heartbeat...and even then, prayed for you before herself.
You beg her for help as your mind drifts between these different stages and times of your life.  As though scenes from your life are being played on a stage...then the curtain closes for a while...and when it reopens, there is another backdrop, with yet another scene.  All the world is a stage Jay Jay, and we are just its players. ; )  When you are at your worst, mom reads Leaves of Grass to you.  I may have given her the hint that it would bring you comfort.  She says, with tears in your eyes...she begins to read, and you wink at her...and close your eyes and listen.
Today is the first time we hear of the hospital wanting to transfer you...to a rehab center.  Not sure, just yet, what they are thinking...but I feel its completely too soon.
I wonder now...if you didn't leave us for a time Jay.  Maybe that nurse in the ER wasn't too far off. You describe to mom, seeing a body just like yours, laying in a hospital bed, with blood coming from the ears.  But its not you...because you are standing next to your bike, smiling that contagious grin of yours, as the light from the sun dances and reflects off the metal of your motorcycle.
The shadows are longest in the evening Goonie, and at night they fall all around us.  I know you feel like you are in a very dark place, all around you is darkness...and you are searching...searching...searching to understand anything! But look closer brother...focus on our eyes.  Here we are!  You are surrounded by so many of us, sheltering over you, circling around you...so many of us that we block the light! We are here.  Feel our energy and borrow from our strength.  If you reach out...not matter which direction, there is a hand there to grasp.