He left me a gift…well, kind of…Skip was a bit of a collector
of things and that included the cash he got over the years as Christmas bonuses,
I have no idea how many years. It was
not a secret but it was his to do with as he wished. When he died, I was able to use his stash to
pay the attorney bills, (which was definitely not in the typical monthly
budget and just before his death he bought a new skeet shotgun, big generator and portable AC for storm
season for the house. So, the “stash” had been depleted but not wasted on the trivial.
Hospice provides me with a large Oxygen concentrator I am
guessing around 50 pounds (when pushing it, it feels like more) and on 4 small wheels. Skip would move the big beast back and forth from bedroom to living room for me each day. But that is now my job, and it was getting
harder by the day, especially when having to roll it over Mexican tile and
carpet.
I feel rather guilty… I should
have spent the rest of his stash buying Christmas gifts for the grandchildren but… (and
you knew the "but" was coming) I found a second-hand portable O2 concentrator and I
bought it for myself, with the rest of his stash, telling myself that it is my
Christmas/Anniversary gift from him. It
has already made a big difference in my life. It has larger wheels, a luggage
type handle but only 10 pounds. It runs on batteries (6 hrs) regular plugin
and car charger. I am no longer limited
to the 2hr tanks when I go out. I am feeling guilty and grateful at the same time…but he could not have gotten me a better gift, this will make such a
difference in my life! Thank you, my love!
"Thank You" Dido
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