Hi there folks…
The following unedited blog was written by my beautiful wife immediately after the jump, unintended.

Starting to blog, maybe this will help with my feelings

Friday, July 7, 2023. I came out with Craig to go to an appointment in Surrey South Surrey to be exact the whole way.

Here was hard I’m nervous I’m scared inside me my butterflies in my stomach are really kind of wasps in my stomach because I’m nervous of the skytrain platforms and the sidewalks , I’m scared for him. I know he’s independent. I know he wants to be independent. It must feel awful to try to lose that. I mean to lose that

we were in Surrey at Central city centre getting coffee. I told Craig that there was an entrance on the side and he said no no I know the way it as we went in, we found out there was stairs but we went in through and accessible access well on the way out. I got my coffee didn’t realize he was sitting still up there so I said to him actually I didn’t say to him I was about to say to him would you like to off-road this is the way you go I didn’t say talk to him at all.

Anyways, he went around which I thought he would go the exact same way, but he didn’t. I went with the wheelchair access, and he chose to take the stairs in his wheelchair…

His life and my life of him flashed before my eyes. I caught him going down the stairs.

He didn’t see the stairs because they weren’t painted. They look exactly like the flat crowns, so what are they do

I scream for help people come running not the four people close, but the five people from further homeless man to workers to security guards who just stood and stared and the preventable false people.

thank you to the kind people in Surrey that helped us and supported us this happened at 9:45 in the morning.

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Craig here… talk about raw!

After going down the stairs, I didn’t feel any pain or anything. But later my feet feel bruised, and I think my right toe, and my left fifth metatarsal bone is hairlined.

I’ve pledged to not go over speed three on my power chair, and I’m going to wear my glasses at all times while motoring around. Gotta find those fuckers…

Plus, I’m going to stop referring to getting around as “motoring,” I’ll also strike “zooming” from my vocabulary. The former refers to vehicles with an engine. I don’t even have a licence! The latter refers to speed, of which I can’t have… I can’t see clearly, nor are my reactions fast enough…

I’m content to be outstripped by passing children in strollers.

Thank you for reading, listening, donating!