I know I have not posted anything in a while, but I honestly feel I did not have anything interesting to share that was post worthy. Something happened on April 1 and it was not an April Fool's joke. There were two Facebook posts that really hit home to my now limited independence. The first post - goes back to 1972 and Kilgore College - I was dancing ... something that I loved to do!
The second was just a feed - friends exchanging posts - work friends from over 10 years ago that do not work together now, but stay in contact. They met for drinks to catch up. No big deal, but I would normally have been able to jump in my car to join them (well, if they asked).
I cried. Not because I felt sorry for myself, I cried for all the things I used to do. I cried for all those I used to help when I had "good ideas" or shopped on-line for spring planting, bird feeders or new desks. I cried because Marcia has to help me do the most basic of tasks everyday. I cried because my mom has to help me get in and out of the car just so we can go shopping ... because I want to ... and I should be helping mom and dad. I cried and wondered why this happened to me. I cried ... and then I was done.
UPS delivers more packages and I smile!
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