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 

immense loss and sorrow.

No one ever told us what to expect, so denial was our 

first strategy,then the clock kept ticking and the 

improvements did not seem to come. Through the support 

of other brain injury survivors 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 mostly 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 ultimately will experience gain.

by: Warsawa

    9-17-97