October brought two changes with it: new life and a return to the house the accident occurred in. The day our new goddaughter came home, we cleaned up her house and decorated it to surprise them. I even felt a poem in me for her, though finding a picture for it was hard. The one I decided on was our godson signing “I love you” and adding “Welcome home” to it, bringing me on the verge of tears.
Days later, we took another step towards normalcy by moving back to our home. Casey was ready to try it, and I had been working on my tolerance by going over there to train, take care of the animals, and catch up on TV shows on the DVR. In the beginning, I could not stand more than a minute until I fled the house, shaking like a leaf.
Still, it was not going to be the same. We practically quarantined the master bedroom, where it happened. I had been slowly moving us to the middle bedroom, while with the help of family, Casey switched up the living room to give it a different feel. It helped a litt…
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