Of all the things I worried about, coming face-to-face with so many people I have known from BEFORE ranked at the top.
They saw me running around with wind in my hair. Smiles broad on my face and always ready to pose for a picture. On the floor, on my knees, everywhere.
How do you explain what changes have happened to you?
Do you try to make sense of the physical transformations? The face. The wheelchair. The body.
Can you explain what difference really means when you have hearing problems, double vision causing you to wear glasses that look extra funky, and you have to make do with just one hand.
Oh, I like to think that they didn’t notice.
But they aren’t stupid and neither am I.
They saw it. They saw it all. They heard it. They felt it.
They couldn’t NOT see it.
I like to think they took a minute and then they got over the look of it.
They saw the me that was still there.
They heard me.
And it was a moment of reunion for them too.