Forget about the fact that I can’t run, skip
or drive a car. I came to terms with those
things. They’re like the fact that Santa
isn’t real. It hurt when you first found out
but you’ve known the truth for many
years now. It stopped upsetting you a
long time ago. He’s just not real. I’m just
not going to run. There’s always that
slim, minute, possibility that one day
something will just snap back together in
my brain and I’ll run after the ice cream
truck but I don’t really foresee that
happening. If it does happen, it will cause
me pain in my knee that I don’t want to
deal with, therefore I wouldn’t do it
twice. What upsets me now is dancing. I
used to be a good dancer, I’m not talking
about ballet, I’ve kind of banished the
thought of me doing ballet from my
mind. The memory just upsets me too
much, how graceful I used to move. I can
hardly walk gracefully now. I’m talking
about just dancing to the rhythm of
anything. I used to be really good at that
and I miss it. I watched this video of a
woman who danced for her husband at
their wedding and I instantly felt a sharp
pain in my heart and shed a few tears. I
felt sadness because I can’t dance like
that for my husband. In an instant I was
reminded how fortunate I am to have my
husband. I feel blessed every morning I
wake up because he’s waking up right
beside me and will be there every
morning for the rest of our lives. He
accepts everything about me and loves
my quirks. He’s my favourite, he’s my
everything.
You are my Sunshine 