Muscle Memory

Today, I went to physio-therapy & occupational therapy with my mom. I told her that I went so that I could know how to torture her once we go home from the hospital. I did the exercises alongside the patients. I was also able to observe the patients around the room. I could see that for many of the patients, their exercises were heroic efforts for them. It made an interesting juxtaposition with watching the Olympics on TV. I love the under-dog story. It was encouraging to me to be in the midst of so many heroes today.

My dad was also my hero growing up. Yesterday would have been his birthday. He has been gone for five and a half years. I still miss him so very much.