After spending the day at home for
mothers day, I pulled away from the new haven train station and I looked down
at my phone. One text message from my boyfriend that read. "you seem so
happy again"
I then realized for the first weekend
in a long time I almost felt like myself. I felt like I lived my weekend like I
would have any other weekend before the accident. The only difference was
instead of running the loops of central park, I attempted to walk which failed
and ended in a romantic piggy back ride.
My life was turned upside down
because I took a thoughtless step into the road. While I progress and reflect I
realize how much that not only effected me but also so many people around me as
well. It's easy for me to tell you my story and give you my perspective of
things. And it's easy for you to have sympathy and feel for me, but there so
much to be said for the people who didn't take that step into the road whose
lives where effected just as much.
My mom was sitting down to watch her
favorite TV show when she got the phone call. Her and my father immediately got
in the car and sped their way into the city.
When my mom arrived at the hospital
she found me by the sounds of my screaming. She immediately grabbed my hand and
patted my head repeating "you're ok, moms here" over and over. I
don’t remember her ever leaving my side until I went into surgery the next
morning.
My mom spent the next 3 weeks in New
York City. Going home about 1-2 times just to get clothes Sacrificing
time at her job, trip to Florida, and just about everything else.
Every morning my dad would leave the hospital at 3:00 or 4:00 am and then my mom would send me a
text at 5:30 am telling me she was on her
way. I spent that hour and a half alone staring at my phone waiting for her
text. I always told her she could sleep in but hoping she wouldn’t. Not
surprisingly, she never did.
When she got there she would do my
hair, talk to my doctors, and do her best to get me to eat. Then she would sit
and talk to me for hours. I tried to thank her and apologize over and over but
she always told me it wasn't allowed.
Once I was back home she would
make me breakfast every morning and make sure I ate every bite. She walked
all over the city getting groceries, new outfits to fit over my array of casts,
and our favorite cupcakes.
When my mom needed to take some days
back at work she would take the train from NYC to New London and back all in
one day. Just so I didn't have to spend a night alone.
She still never misses a doctors
appointment and calls or texts everyday to make sure I'm ok. I couldn't feel
this happy or have made this progress without all of her help.
Happy Mothers Day, Mom. I've never loved you so
much.
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