The photo on the left was taken on Easter Sunday 2007. The photo on the right was taken just 4 months later in August 2007.
That year 15 years ago changed the course of my life.
15 years ago today, Friday April 13, 2007, I left work around 10:30 AM with a severe headache. I remember driving down 7 a street… the next thing I remember was waking up 6 days later in a hospital bed dazed, confused, and obviously not the same.
After an unknown amount of gran mal seizures, a minor accident, a near death medical incident requiring emergency surgery, and an induced coma…. Life wasn’t going to be the same (and that was just 6 days!)
Some may wonder why I still dwell on this event like I do. I don’t. It took me a while to figure out why it’s so hard, but I don’t question why it’s difficult to let go of it anymore. It’s grief. Grief for the life I once had, and grief for the dreams that would never be.
I’ve now spent 1/3 of my life in the aftermath of that day or rather… series of events and long hospital stay (almost 3 months). I still don’t think my actual age has caught up to the aging my body did in that time. I’ve felt old for years, and 30 was too young to feel that old. .
I can’t turn back the time to when things were “normal “ but I can be thankful for all the time I’ve been given.
Many ask when grief ends. It doesn’t. It continues to stay with us, but I make the choice to not let it control my life.
Never waste a moment of time. You never know what the next minute holds.
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