Just Be

Twenty-seven years.  Every September, I reflect about so much.  It starts with the kids returning to school and the uninterrupted time I'm left with.  I miss them.  As a routine sets in and I find myself in familiar territory once again, the anniversary of my accident that paralyzed me, begins to cloud my mind.  It's now been twenty-seven years but at my twenty-fifth, I wrote this: September 28, 2011 Wow.   25 years ago today.   The car accident that paralyzed me, the months of rehab in a Rochester hospital away from family and all that was familiar.   Can’t believe it’s been 25 years …. In so many ways.   Over the years, my body has taken a toll – I’m 42, after all.   My shoulder hurts, my wrists… all of the wear and tear of wheeling day after day, of getting my chair in and out of the car, of taking care of children and family.     I had a major surgery to correct my back last year.   One I’m still recovering from.   A whole year of adjustment and change.   My mobi