Sunday, January 02, 2005

Dad has rested in bed for over a week now. He's so weak, it takes extreme effort to walk over to the couch that sits just ten feet away. I started talking about renting a wheelchair for him a couple of days ago. Dad's been served every meal in his room. It's lonely for him, and I know that he'd like to get back down to the dining room to spend time with his eating buddies.

Today, Dad asked me to go ahead and purchase a wheelchair rather than rent.

My heart broke into pieces.