9:30 came and with it some tears. I picked up the phone to call the momma, quickly realizing that call would not be happening. How I want to talk to her lately. How I want to hear her tell me how it is..
I miss home. Gosh this is silly. I know I am in the best place possible to get well. My mind understands this but my heart aches. A month ago I was walking, talking, and able to use both hands, what a difference a month makes. Now I rely on my cane and my braces. I am working hard on the therapy. I am leaning on God. Part of it is I am so far from home and I have that disconnect. Also reality is people are human and even though I am stuck in the now, they are still moving forward and I am not moving forward with them.
I am going to pray and sleep. I am on board to start at 7 a.m. The morning will be brighter both literally and figuratively.