Fall

I love the FALL. I love it so much that I married the love of my life in the FALL. This morning I awoke to a noise and was reminded of a lesson I taught my kindergarten students… multiple meaning words!

This FALL was THE FALL, almost. I was awake in bed, but had my eyes closed. The noise I heard was not a noise I had heard before, but I identified it immediately. I opened my eyes to see Ken, knees buckled, clinging to his chest of drawers. He hadn’t taken time to steady himself, took a couple of steps, and lost his balance. While this could happen to many people without Parkinson’s, it gets your attention when the first fall happens just two months after a Parkinson’s diagnosis.