|This photo is one of several very old snapshots I found in a keepsake box. Apparently it was a photo my grandmother saved (both of my grandparents are gone), although I have no idea who it might be. It was probably taken in the early 1920's or a little earlier judging from the look of similar photos that had dates. It is particularly intriguing to me for some reason and I find myself pulling it out often.|
My goal in life right now is two-fold: make it to work and breathe. And I'm having a hard time with the breathing part. I've never felt pain like this in my life. My muscles are so tight my skin burns. Hopefully, someday I can actually write about the accident a little, but right now I am broken into a million pieces--all scattered around an empty space in my chest that could swallow the universe whole.
Posting will be quite sporadic as will blog-surfing. For those of you I've become close to, please feel free to email me at any time. Your words of kindness have meant a great deal to me.