Hindsight is 20/20

 When it is the last time you do something, you never really know it is the last time. Like if another person passes you’re just left with memories. If you knew it was the last time you’d probably savor it. If I had the benefit of knowing how this would all go down, I would have done things differently. 

Hindsight is 20/20 and I just took for granted that things would be like they always were but I was so so wrong. I got excited that I clapped. It was and is so mundane but I felt like it was huge. I don’t remember the last time I clapped but I say 2017 because that’s when I had my brain surgery. I had brain surgery. It’s wild to consider but I actually had a surgeon operate on my brain. How many people can say that? And I’m still alive!

I don’t remember the last time I walked, talked with my regular voice, sang, or rode my bike. I didn’t know that I should have savored it. I have memories of how I used to be but that existence is long gone. I’m focused on the reality of my situation. I still can’t get over that I only had 9 years of being out of my mother’s house before I was disabled.