a friend of mine
I briefly moved back to Michigan where I'm originally from, after my mother (who is from down South), got homesick, and wanted to wait untill l finished high school, in Michigan, because the school system up there was terrible about transferring school records. especially across State.
I had visited here throughout points of my childhood. hated the heat. but I got to see and spend time with my grandparents. grandfather is dead (died over 10 years ago; grandmother is still alive). on my mother's side. my father was suck an asshole, he didn't want shit to do with me. only his mother did and a few of my "brothers". but that's a whole different story.
anyway. I remember moving down here, went back to Michigan, came back- met this woman in a wheelchair. at random. we became friends. dated. and yes, it was hard folding that wheelchair up, putting it in my backseat; helping her into the car, etc. even on that way out. but I kept a smile on my face because we would have these talks, about life, nature, coffee, movies. "I'm sorry my chair is such a problem."
"pfft. you can't help it. that's like apologizing for being born blind or deaf. stop that, girl."
a few months go by, she's having coughing problems. one day, I take her to her doctor's appointment (the packing, unpacking - rinse and repeat). I was as off that day, why not take care of and help my boo out, right? her roommates had to work that day. two weeks go by, her cough gets worse. she's telling me all about it; I take a day off to take her to the doctor again.
("thank you." / "for what, babe?" and granted, this is one of those relationships where I didn't want sex. I just wanted to be with her. this woman was a badass in that chair. could do shit that I couldn't even do on my feet. and had this giggle about it. certified bad ass in that chair.)
I'm in the waiting room. we do our hug and hand pat thing. 6 hours goes by, I'm waiting this was before FB was big or any other social media. I literally waiting. a nurse comes out, sad. and then the doctor ho saw her. I'm dead tired at this point. read whatever magazines were on the table; drank that stale ass coffee with those little cheap packets of powdered creamer and sugar, worrying my ass off.
she died. there was an infection that got into her blood stream that no one could detect. the phone calls I had to make a that night. today was her birthday, especially to her parents, and I couldn't even speak Korean. just that broken English. she would have been 42.
I had visited here throughout points of my childhood. hated the heat. but I got to see and spend time with my grandparents. grandfather is dead (died over 10 years ago; grandmother is still alive). on my mother's side. my father was suck an asshole, he didn't want shit to do with me. only his mother did and a few of my "brothers". but that's a whole different story.
anyway. I remember moving down here, went back to Michigan, came back- met this woman in a wheelchair. at random. we became friends. dated. and yes, it was hard folding that wheelchair up, putting it in my backseat; helping her into the car, etc. even on that way out. but I kept a smile on my face because we would have these talks, about life, nature, coffee, movies. "I'm sorry my chair is such a problem."
"pfft. you can't help it. that's like apologizing for being born blind or deaf. stop that, girl."
a few months go by, she's having coughing problems. one day, I take her to her doctor's appointment (the packing, unpacking - rinse and repeat). I was as off that day, why not take care of and help my boo out, right? her roommates had to work that day. two weeks go by, her cough gets worse. she's telling me all about it; I take a day off to take her to the doctor again.
("thank you." / "for what, babe?" and granted, this is one of those relationships where I didn't want sex. I just wanted to be with her. this woman was a badass in that chair. could do shit that I couldn't even do on my feet. and had this giggle about it. certified bad ass in that chair.)
I'm in the waiting room. we do our hug and hand pat thing. 6 hours goes by, I'm waiting this was before FB was big or any other social media. I literally waiting. a nurse comes out, sad. and then the doctor ho saw her. I'm dead tired at this point. read whatever magazines were on the table; drank that stale ass coffee with those little cheap packets of powdered creamer and sugar, worrying my ass off.
she died. there was an infection that got into her blood stream that no one could detect. the phone calls I had to make a that night. today was her birthday, especially to her parents, and I couldn't even speak Korean. just that broken English. she would have been 42.
