Caleb was a few months into rehab.
“When I’m strong enough, can we see them for real?” He asked.
I asked, “At the stadium?”
Caleb was a few months into rehab.
He nodded.
“Hayes’ final home game.”
***
I looked at the hospital bills on my kitchen counter that night and decided I would figure it out.
I cut everything I could and skipped lunches at work. Eventually, I sold a bracelet my mother had given me years earlier.
That hurt.
“Hayes’ final home game.”
But not as much as watching Caleb learn how to transfer himself from a wheelchair into bed.
When two accessible seats near the field became available, I bought them before I could talk myself out of it.
The charge left my bank account looking frighteningly empty.
I didn’t care.
Two accessible seats near the field became available
I told myself I hadn’t paid all that money for a good view. I’d paid for one afternoon when Caleb wouldn’t have to think first about what he couldn’t do.
