Going away to visit someone is always a bittersweet event these days. Gone are the days when I'd jump into my own car, listen to my own music, and head off somewhere for lunch with a friend or an overnight visit. I really miss driving. Although it has become easier to sit back and relax while someone else is driving, there are times when I have to bite my tongue and resist "back seat" driving. It has been so hard to relinquish my control over the vehicle - my family hasn't nickname me "Miss Daisy" for nothing!
It surprises me that after all this time I sometimes feel such overwhelming sadness about the dramatic way vision loss has affected my sense of independence. Most days I am content with what sight I still have, and I'm happy to be able to take the bus somewhere on my own. But it is when I am waiting to be driven somewhere that I feel my loss of independence most keenly. I have spent a lot of time waiting...
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