dave lackey
Veteran
Today, after 45 days in the hospital and rehab, my bride and I returned home alone. Finally able to take out my contact lenses, lose my street clothes and shoes, find a horizontal position and, yes, let my mind wander a bit. A lot of work is left to be done with life/death issues still looming, and surgery is to be scheduled soon so I am now entering a personal rehab myself to get in shape for the next 8 weeks. I need lots of walking, exercise, strengthening and such.
But while wandering through the lonely streets in my mind, I have not been able to pick up a camera and take a photograph, except for a single image in the dark one night with the lights out in the hospital room.
I have lost "it". "It" is gone.
I don't even know what "it" was/is. But whatever, not even the familiar M3 has the same bond as we had before. For that matter, my neighborhood whilst driving down the streets to our home are foreign. As is the inside of our home and all of the contents within. Everyone I meet, including family, seems somehow alien.
Does "it" reside in them as well?
So, how does one find "it" again? Or is this a life-change when "it" has left you for another? I do miss this thing that I have lost, this "it", but it pales in comparison to what else is at risk to lose.
Your thoughts are welcome as to what to do now that the thief has robbed me of what has been a wonderful relationship with "it" and everything in my life before.
But while wandering through the lonely streets in my mind, I have not been able to pick up a camera and take a photograph, except for a single image in the dark one night with the lights out in the hospital room.
I have lost "it". "It" is gone.
I don't even know what "it" was/is. But whatever, not even the familiar M3 has the same bond as we had before. For that matter, my neighborhood whilst driving down the streets to our home are foreign. As is the inside of our home and all of the contents within. Everyone I meet, including family, seems somehow alien.
Does "it" reside in them as well?
So, how does one find "it" again? Or is this a life-change when "it" has left you for another? I do miss this thing that I have lost, this "it", but it pales in comparison to what else is at risk to lose.
Your thoughts are welcome as to what to do now that the thief has robbed me of what has been a wonderful relationship with "it" and everything in my life before.