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Summertime Sadness

Yesterday marked 4 years since that fateful day when for all intensive purposes my good life came to an end.

The odd thing about yesterday was Continue Reading Here

Change ~ Changed ~ Changing

Have you noticed a few less blog posts from me lately? Me too, but I can’t put my finger on why. Maybe there’s just too much going on all around, maybe I’m just not able to focus, maybe I’m just at a loss. Then today, while watching our NY Governor give his daily briefing today the words #change, #changed and #changing struck me and I began thinking about those words. Continue Reading Here

I Hope You Dance. . .

Mother’s Day. . .a special day to show our Mother’s extra thanks, extra appreciation and most importantly extra 💖.

Not being a mother myself, I can only guess what my mother must have thought that Thursday morning back in 1961. I’ve since been told that on that Thursday morning, the doctors said “she has skin like ivory and jet black hair like her Mommy,” BUT, she is the same as her brother. Immediately my Father said “it’s us 4 and no more.”

What must my mother have thought? Perhaps it was will she walk? Will she be able to go to school like other children? Will she have friends? Will she have a career? Will she find love? I’m certain of a few thoughts I know she had, I will LOVE her, I will SUPPORT her, I will ENCOURAGE her all the days of my life. My mother has done that and so much more.

My mother, together with my father, instilled in me a sense of belonging, a fierce belief in myself and unconditional love. I was encourage to do everything and anything I thought I could do. I was supported through every decision I made and experience I had. I was loved, and am still loved!

My mother stood proud as I graduated high school, got my first car, secured my first job, purchased my own home all with a big smile on her face and open arms showing approval of my accomplishments.

Now ii’s supposed to be my turn to SUPPORT her, my time to ENCOURAGE her, mostly my time to THANK her. Sadly, I’m now limited as to how much I can do to support and encourage her. Sadly, all those questions she must have had back on that Thursday morning in 1961 were resurrected on that fateful day in June 2016, the day I became #paralyzed at the hands of surgery gone wrong. What must she have wondered? Will she ever walk again? Will her man stay by her side or will he leave her? Will she be happy ever again?

We are now nearly 4 years since life in a #wheelchair became my new normal. Thankfully I have my mother’s love, support and belief in me to help me adjust. So as this Mother’s Day has pasted, I’m reminded of all the WONDERFUL times I have spent with my mother and then suddenly I remembered this very special gift she gave me years ago. She’s a little old and tired (my gift), her mouth & head don’t move anymore but she still sings to me.

 I Hope You Dance By: Lee Ann Womack 
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance 
I hope you dance  ~  I hope you dance
 I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin' Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin' Don't let some Hellbent heart leave you bitter When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance (Believe in yourself) 
I hope you dance (Trust in your heart 💗)
I hope you dance (Experience all you can while you can)  I hope you dance 
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance Dance 
I hope you dance ~ I hope you dance

As always, I wish you days filled with WONDER ~ take a minute to WONDER what it is that made you smile today!

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We are now 2 months or so with the majority of people attempting to adjust to a “new normal” life amidst #COVID19. While I understand that living a “new normal” lifestyle isn’t easy, doesn’t come naturally and surely isn’t fun, I’ve come to understand and realize that life goes on, whether we like it or not, even when this “new normal” is forced upon us. For me, my “new normal” of #living_this_paralyzed_life was forced on me at the hands of surgery gone wrong that fateful day in June 2016, nearly 4 years ago. Continue Reading Here

Uncertain Times

The #COVID19 #virus 🦠 is now affecting all our lives in ways we never would have imagined just 4 months ago. Ironically, #paralysis is now affecting my life in ways I would never have imagined just 4 years ago. Continue Reading Here

Social Distancing Is The New Normal. . . Welcome to My World

Odd really, as I sit here in this #wheelchair, as I have done for the past !,370+ days (since June 21 2016), I have once again become keenly aware of my own unplanned #social_distancing forced upon me back in 2016,

Without a doubt the mandated lock downs and mandatory social distancing orders put in place in an effort to flatten the curve of this horrible #COVID_19 virus are necessary and I’m sure for many very stressful. Continue Reading Here

Fear Of The Unknown

The #Coronavirus disease (#COVID-19) 🦠 has become a worldwide #pandemic creating fear and anxiety in many, including me. Continue Reading Here

I’m Sorry… My LOVE Isn’t Enough…

Aging parents is tough on many I know, but I’m feeling so very sad as there is really nothing I can do to help my parents, my love ❤️ just isn’t enough. 😔

We’ve all seen and/or heard the stories of the adult children caring for their aging parents, but Continue Reading Here

The Party Goes On

Not sure if it’s just the 🏘️ homes of most of my family and friends or if it’s most homes but, the majority of the homes my family and friends live in all have steps to enter. Continue Reading Here

I HATE 😡 Having To Explain

UGH…. sometimes I feel like I try to “act” like everything is fine, sometimes even good and sometimes I even trick myself into feeling somewhat “normal” like thing may actually be okay. Then, unexpected and unpredictable and like I say all the time, SLAM, something happens and I am once again reminded that everything is NOT okay and I am NOT okay. Continue Reading Here