Tuesday
welcome to my 700th post.
a different shade of white
i visited jacob today. i was so worried that i might just break down and cry but i stayed quite composed. a little strange looking at him and not too sure what to say to him at his point of time. but thank god that he is recovering. previously when bernard met him - jc can only move his eyebrows. now, he can move his head left, right, up and down. quietly sat there and he used his all his might to lift his hand to scratch his face.
he was once this AMAZing boy that can play the electric guitar so well. he learnt very fast and not airs about this talent. talking to him is such a pleasure. now, to lift a little of his face to show a smile is so difficult.
wondering if he has come to the realisation of his immobility?
wondering if the lack of response is because he can't or don't want to?
if this was me - how would i have reacted? to be unable to play the keyboard or know that i would not be as good as before. i remembered having a conversation with emily once - 'i don't mind losing my legs etc, but not my hands and my sense of hearing.' it is a very big blow for any musicians. it almost like losing everything.
as i took a long trip back, pondering... listening to a group of teenage boys complain about the school security guards or how the parents react by saying - 'money can solve everything - i'll just sue them' .. really made me wonder
do they know how lucky they are?
madeleine, do you know how lucky you are?
princess maddie.
