Oh how I'd like to ride a bike again. Life is all about choices and it's only when you have your choices taken away that you feel loss. However, I've found that if you can find a way to replace the loss, you can carry on with less grief. When I lost the ability to walk or drive, I got a power chair. My world grew smaller but richer in detail. When I lose my voice, I'll learn to use a speech device. I know I won't like it but I'll learn to adapt and I'll be a better listener.
In this photo I was 6 yrs. young, my big sister Cheryle 9, and my brother Ken, 1. 1952.
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