Wednesday, October 09, 2013
and remembering the hard times.
I was in a very bad car accident when I was nearly 6. I spent my sixth birthday in the hospital fighting to live. I nearly did not make it here to this point in my life.
Tonight I am copying a trunk full of my grandma's pictures and some other stuff onto my computer to save to a DVD. This blog most likely belongs in my journal. But, I am not ready to wake my husband and talk.
I just read a letter written by my aunt to my grandfather about my care and what was going on after the accident. I knew how hurt I was. I can think about it and remember. I also have heard stories. But, somehow reading the letter brings it all back very strongly.
I also have seen some pictures of me. Pictures as I started to gain weight. As I look at those pictures I realize it is time to get over what ever the problem is that is holding me back and live the life that I was meant to live. I have already fought to be here. My grandmother used to remind me frequently of the miracle that is my life.
I am not acting like it . I am not taking care of myself. I am not losing the weight so that my body can be as healthy as possible. I need to get my act together and be grateful for the life that I have and use it well.
I am sorry this is a downer. But, I need to write it someplace so that tomorrow after I have slept on these feelings I can journal.