I was reading an article in our paper today regarding caregivers and what they go through and it was talking about a woman who had taken care of her Father until he died at her home and she was remembering his love of her taking him out in his wheelchair because that was his favorite thing being outside and watching birds and it took me back 11 months ago when my Dad was still alive and I would take him out in his wheelchair and how he loved the sun on his legs and would watch the squirrels and birds and I could spend the time with my Daddy and everything was okay because we were together just like when he would take me to the park or fishing when I was a little girl and it just took me back to those times and I just started crying today. I know it has been 11 months since he died and I know he is in a better place, but I would give anything to take him for a wheelchair walk again. Sorry to go on and on. Tomorrow will be a better day.jrmom
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