“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds’. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” – Rose Kennedy
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Picking up the bucket of water she’d just filled at the stand pipe in the yard, she slowly limped to the table situated a few feet away. Once there, she emptied the contents of the bucket on the clothes she had soaking in the tub. It had taken her three trips to accumulate enough water to wash. After adding adequate detergent, she turned to the little Bluetooth radio Paul had provided as entertainment for her. Turning it on, she searched through the various radio stations, until she settled on one playing RnB. While she hadn’t regained her memories, she instinctiv
