You always told me never to wear socks as I walked down our steps…I fell honey, I had just closed the door to the basement to go downstairs an I missed a step and crumbled to the floor. Yelling help, scared… and overwhelmed by the fact that no one could help me… Just like when I cracked my rib and fractured my wrist after you died. AND both of these incidents happening after I spoke to your brother…
I’m lying in bed stunned… wanting the day to be over and when I was looking forward to doing some things… Maybe later…
My body is in shock as my system…helpless an alone…. NO – I will keep repeating that…
One minute you’re going out to clean the back yard. .. the next you’re crumbled in pain, heart beating – realizing how vulnerable I am…
fucking socks…