Broken Beginnings:Chapter Forty Three (Final Revision)

Chapter Forty Three:

Wednesday:January.09.2019

I am back to Physical Therapy and as difficult as it can be, I’m grateful. I know that I will gain strength, and independence and I’m grateful. I am going to fight for my independence, I will not be defined by what happened to me, Bobe would not want that for me, Ima doesn’t and I don’t want it for myself either.

Physical therapy can be challenging and sometimes it’s downright frustrating, at times I’m just downright frustrated at my limitations, but I’m often reminded of how far I have come, and that is something to look at in a positive way.

I’m often reminded of what I lost at the hands of a man so full of hate, he had nothing better to do than run us off the road, young women he did not even know, and yet he had tried to destroy us, and for what, because he did not like the fact that I had a bumper sticker stating I was proud of my Grandmother a Holocaust survivor, and that is not something I would ever deny, I was proud of Bobe, grateful for all that she had taught me and continued to teach me even after she’s gone, but I know in all the ways that matter, Bobe lives on through me and I’m thankful for that, I’m thankful too that I can tell Bobe’s story or at least attempt to, her story was spelled out in the journals, the…