Falling Away From You by Nicole Vinson Bingaman

Life has a strange way of handing us the unexpected. Sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a devastating way. My college friend, Nicole, learned this lesson on Thanksgiving eve, 2011. Her healthy twenty-one year old son took a tumble down thirteen stairs at home and ended up crushing his skull and in a moment, changed his life and the lives of his family. Taylor suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI) and instantly began a new normal.
After a year of documenting his injury and sharing her life with her friends on Facebook, Nicole was contacted by a publisher who asked if she would be interested in writing a book to share her story with the world.
This book is raw and emotional and is the ache of this mother's heart as she struggles through her new life and misses her old one. The fact that this was handed to her overnight will break your heart.

I've been following her story since it happened and have kept her in my prayers. When it was announced that she was appearing at Webster's Bookstore and Cafe in State College I knew I had to be there. Not only to hug an old friend, but to support her.

It was good to see her again after many years. She always was a sweet lady and has grown into a strong woman who takes each day as it happens. If you are looking for a book to hunker down with over the next few wintery months then I urge you to check out her book. It will challenge you and give you hope. There is nothing like reading true accounts of our peers.

My Amazon review:

Falling Away From You is the true account of one family's heartbreaking introduction to the world of TBI. Traumatic Brain Injury is known as the silent illness because it isn't identifiable by simply looking at the injured person, there are so many levels to this illness and it is brought on instantly without warning. This is a very hard book to read because with the turn of every page your heart feels the anguish that urged Nicole to write down her words as she faced each new situation. Almost every day introduced the Bingaman family to another side of Taylor's new reality. If you know someone who is going through this then I urge you to get this book for them, it

may help them more than your words ever could.

You can read more about Nicole's story here at her website. To purchase the book click here.

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