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.