It’s been two years since that last drive. Or has there been one or two since? Probably! But after the amputation, other than a bash around the paddock, or swapping the cars out on the driveway – there’s been nothing but dependence.
Can you imagine how it feels to watch someone lose the ability to drive, lose their independence? Maybe you already know: seeing the freedom of that everyday capability gone, them depending on someone else to go anywhere. Waiting; for their chance to get behind the wheel again – to be free. Wondering: if that chance will ever come. Some knowing it won’t. There are conditions to meet.
Captive by the inability to just get in your car and go! Is there anything worse than watching that seemingly small thing taken from anybody? Yes, there is. There are many things.
I would say being the one taken from, is one?
*A time for Grace: working title/first draft