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Your Story: Front Yard


The Stump

Photography By Sethsnap. Your Story: The Front Yard

When I came over.. I found him at his desk, looking out. This is his first winter after the military service. The winter months has reduced his mobility with the snow. During the summer you would find him in the yard… always around that stump. Meditating, working out. His room is situated to where he can see out the window as he does pull-up and sit-up, improving  his core for the prosthetic and balance.. 

A few years ago on graduation day he came home and told my aunt that he was following his uncles in the family tradition of duty to country. She was  not happy. His dad (a vet) did tried to discourage him..not having found memories of being a minority in Vietnam but he did his duty and was proud of his boy.  Determined and mind completely made up he left and did two tours of duty…Iraq and Afghanistan. When he left this home years ago the tree was a complete with branches leaves and limbs..  When he returned from the conflict  he was injured. losing a limb to a roadside bomb. The tree had been struck  by lightning and had been cut.

It was a strange occurrence. This particular  night there was a big  thunder storm with lightning, a real lulu of a storm and then pow  the tree was hit.. We live across the street.  It lit up and split and burned until firetrucks came..The next week my uncle  had  it cut &  removed. That also was the  morning they received the call about  Richard being  hurt  in a bombing..

Our family played in that tree from toddling to teens. It was devastating to many of us in the family..But Richard really took it hard…He thought he was being mocked by the fates.. You know stumpy…

On his return, he spent summers in the yard recuperating. This was his first winter home. My visits  to him are cool we  shoot the breezy and do some weight lifting.  I’m thinking the stump is  depressing him, but not my family!

He is happy and  he said he’s  leaving the wheelchair outside until he can walk and move it.  He’s getting fitted for a prosthetic soon.  When he goes out, he leave the house via the rear door, where there are no stairs.

Every day on the way to therapy, he stops at the stairs and declares.  “I’m coming back soon to walk all over you!” and laughs..

He’s going make a table out of  the tree Stump was what he told me……knowing my determined cousin it will have legs…


Author: Funkangeles

Finding myself one story at time..and... Really, where are you? My Band.. Musically inclined to encourage humans and non humans, to enjoy themselves...

2 thoughts on “Your Story: Front Yard

  1. Wonderful job. Thanks!


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