I received a call this morning from my friend Mark who had a terrible head injury 33 years ago today and lives with partial paralysis. He wishes me a "happy" anniversary on this date every year since I also had a significant head injury on the very same day. I love how he remembers to call me because I usually forget. I mean I think about how I'm going to call, but then things get away from me. So we talk about our anniversary and how he is doing in his life teaching disabled adults. I later think about how we met at Calvin College when I tutored him in Math and how we hit it off and what a blessing it is when we have friends who understand our losses. Like when my friend Cathy, who also experienced a head injury, said this week that our forgetfulness or spaceyness keeps us bonded. We have a tear in the fabric of our reality where something happened about which we know nothing and ok, maybe we were spacey before or maybe we're forgetful because we're in our 40's. Or maybe something happened in the time when we were absent that only You know about. Perhaps you don't know what I'm talking about, but I know that Cathy does.
The picture below with the happy smiling faces is of my mom & I taken a couple of months into the recovery process. When I think of the 3 months I was in the hospital, I never forget how mom was with me there every day. She's the best!!!