Glimpses

Glimpses

It was just a split second in time,
now I am forever different from before.
Feeling sad sometimes is certainly not a crime,
none of us can predict what life might have in store.

My children have lost a crucial part of their life,
my original goals were forced to die along the way.
My husband, lovingly, has had to take care of his wife,
my heart breaks for them, but they seem glad a part of me 

could stay.

Sometimes there are tears and moments of unbearable sadness,
but in general we all cope, day by day, with our eyes on 

tomorrow.
For the most part we are thankful and our hearts are filled 

with gladness,
but as with any loss, that lasts forever, we also all feel 

our share of sorrow.

No one ever told us what to expect, so denial was our strategy,
then the clock kept ticking and the improvements did not seem 

to come.
Through the support of other brain injured, I realized there 

had been a tragedy,
that I must face, acknowledge, grieve, get angry over and then 

start recovery from.

Denial was a wonderful place, but it was not real and it did 

not help me heal.
Recovery has been a rough road, with many a glimpse at my 

pre-injury aptitudes.
Sometimes I still wonder........what if that pick-up truck had 

not  been able to steal?
Steal what?  I still have my life and I am thankful. Recovery 

seems to be partly attitude.

But those glimpses of another, far easier time in life, are a 

step in our healing process.
I know of no one that would raise their hand and volunteer for 

this kind of injury or pain,
but that does not mean that we cannot turn our lives, with this 

injury, into a story of success.
By sharing our information with others, in lessening  another’s 

pain, we all experience gain.

by: Warsawa

    9-17-97