"Used To"

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!