I’ll Stumble, I’ll Fall, I’ll Get Up Again : Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

The wheelchair I needed, the one I would be taking home with me was now ordered. A reminder of how permanent this was. I could not pretend this wasn’t happening, all I had to do was look down at my lifeless legs, and remember.

I couldn’t waste time being angry or bitter though, because that wasn’t going to change anything. That kind of energy would do me more harm than good, and I needed my energy, because I was going home.

I was excited and nervous, all wrapped into one. I knew though that I had Mom, and Krista with me, so that did give me a level of comfort I wouldn’t have had without them. I was not alone and that truly helped.

My Father though, knew nothing about my life now. He had disappeared from it long ago, and yet I was still angry, still hurt, not so much for myself but for Krista, and for the weight Mother had to carry after he left. I was working on forgiving him, as hard as that was, but I could never forget the feeling of him leaving. The emptiness, he had left our household. It had been a decade but times like this, it felt like it were only yesterday.

I had few happy memories of my Father, they seemed to disappear the way he had.

I knew very little about his new life, other than he had married, and he had a new family. I…