A Memorable Wheel Chair
>> May 7, 2012
This dark blue folding-wheelchair belonged to my late father. He was still able to
walk by himself, but the doctor
forbade him to
walk far because of his heart condition. He used
it only during his pilgrimage with my brother and the last flight home with us
(my husband and I). After he came back home, he refused to use it again.
Until now, I keep the wheel chair in his bed room. My brother asked me to donate it; I didn’t know why exactly, but I haven’t done it yet. I still often imagined my father was sitting on the chair while I push it. But if I find someone who really needs the wheel chair, perhaps I’ll let the chair go.
Blue
Monday
