Before and After
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The other day, Robb and I were at a party, and it struck me that there was only one person in attendance who knew Robb before he broke his back.
I've been giving a lot of thought to the fact that most of the people we know in California never met the Robb who was an actor, or a hiker. They never went paddling with me and Robb, or ran around on the beach with us. They never knew Robb as the nimble, agile guy who could do anything.
As I said, I've been thinking about this a lot. But I haven't arrived at any particular wisdom. My thought process has been more like probing at a sore tooth with my tongue. Poke poke poke. Feels weird and uncomfortable, and I can't stop myself.
Obviously, everyone changes over time. And Robb is still changing, as am I. But I guess I'm not entirely at peace with the change that was thrust upon us.
I still don't think of Robb as the guy with the paralyzed legs. Sure, that's a part of who he is, but it is only a small part. At least for me.
The other day, Robb and I were at a party, and it struck me that there was only one person in attendance who knew Robb before he broke his back.
I've been giving a lot of thought to the fact that most of the people we know in California never met the Robb who was an actor, or a hiker. They never went paddling with me and Robb, or ran around on the beach with us. They never knew Robb as the nimble, agile guy who could do anything.
As I said, I've been thinking about this a lot. But I haven't arrived at any particular wisdom. My thought process has been more like probing at a sore tooth with my tongue. Poke poke poke. Feels weird and uncomfortable, and I can't stop myself.
Obviously, everyone changes over time. And Robb is still changing, as am I. But I guess I'm not entirely at peace with the change that was thrust upon us.
I still don't think of Robb as the guy with the paralyzed legs. Sure, that's a part of who he is, but it is only a small part. At least for me.
Comments
I understand a little about not recognizing when the change becomes the norm. My sister and I looked a lot alike - at least to strangers. I feel guilty when 25 years of change in my mirror reminds them of the loss of their friend. I feel guilty because my 25 year old daughters' birthdays have been measured for a moment at least by her mother's loss of a sister.
I've wondered lately if a different picture in your blog title would better represent the changes of NOW for you both. Because you take wonderful pictures and you are more than a x-ray highlighting change. Loss. Struggle. (*Your heart is not a stone)
I mean my partner remembers me when I was l20 pounds and naked on the beach, which would be a stretch now....on the lighter side...lol
Emily (Ladyaero, long dormant amateur letterboxer)
Hope your trip went well and your holidays are wonderful.
But if he DOES grow one of those magnificantly unusual growths, be sure and let me poke it with a stick. And take pictures of it for your blog readers.
Annalisa