It was a normal summer day, I was riding my horse.
When we were coming up to the stables, I felt a sudden pain in my head.
But then it felt like a punch in the gut, I fell of my horse,
I was on the ground in pain. My wife caught me and brought me to the hospital.
The doctor was trying to talk to me, I didn't hear a word he was saying.
Then he wrote it out for me. "Im sorry Lyde, but you have Meningitis.
You can't hear in your left ear and barely in your right"
Well Meningitis didn't just take a toll on me, it took a toll on my family. It's hard to communicate with them sometimes. I've gained some hearing back in my right ear, at least thats the good part. The whole family had to learn sign language and so did I. I can speak, sometimes I say weird things cause I can't hear myself talk! At least I make everyone laugh. Sometimes I can't understand the sign language, so I get frustrated. but all of us connect in some way that I will understand them and my family could understand me.
Spottedsong wrote:
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Spottedsong
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Lyde
I should’ve been expecting it. I mean, they had warned me about the dangers of overworking. But I never thought it would happen to me. I didn't want to stop and think of myself, there were others to help. However, with each friendly gesture I gave and each task I took on, my heart beat a little faster. A little faster. Until the heart attack finally happened. It was over quickly, at least. I hardly felt it. I was outside, I remember. A flash of pain up my arm, then it all went to black when I finally passed out.
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Before the attack, Lyde was the most loyal friend anyone could’ve asked for. It was almost dangerous how hard he would work to satisfy others. After it happened, he started to close himself off a little. Lyde was scared of it happening again, so he decided to make sure he never came close to overworking himself. It became harder for him to socialize, and really get to know people. He’s put a lot of stress on Chippewa, because she makes him a lot more confident, and he always wants to be around her. The only kids he can stand are his grandkids. He’s slowly becoming more antisocial, snapping at others and hiding away. He sees his errors and wants to be better, though. He’s going to have to rely on Chip for a lot of things… but he wants to be the friendly neighbor that he used to be again.
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It was a few weeks after Lyde had finally been released from the hospital. In an attempt to release stress, he decided he would go clear out the attic. It was then when he came across this...
An old letter.
Dear Chippewa,
So, uh, hi. I'm Lyde. We met looking for those shiny things, remember? I've been trying to find you a locket or something to give you, uh... Because I think you're pretty. Really pretty. And funny and smart and an amazing equestrian. Oh, gosh, I sound so cheesy. Is it weird to write love letters? I hope not, because I'd write you a million if you wanted me to. I'd do anything. I'm not just some random guy who thinks you're pretty, I swear. I just.... I love you, and want you to know that, even if you don't feel the same way. I want to grow old with you, to see the silver streak your hair and the coos of our kids as we hold them in our arms. They'd have your eyes, and they'd be perfect.
I'm such a creep... but I love you.
Lyde
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