I think I had a burst of energy from the memorial, with all
the people and relatives last weekend, and it ran out yesterday. Is that why I
forgot about writing my Slice until it was too late?
Here’s
today’s. I’m walking home after shopping and pass a couple roughly our age, he
in a wheelchair, she pushing, and she stops. She says, “I can’t push you when
you do that.” He says, “But I have to.” As I pass them, I see that his
wheelchair does not have foot rests. I remember that it’s hard to get into the
wheelchair when foot rests are attached, even when the food pads are flipped
aside. I wonder if she’s complaining because he’s using his feet to “walk”
along, because I remember that it’s hard to push slowly enough when the sitter
does that — and it’s also hard for the sitter to hold his feet off the ground
if the foot rests are gone. I wonder about their relationship and how long she's been having to push him in the wheelchair. I hope they have a flat entrance into their building and an elevator. I am relieved and sorry that Jack and I won’t have
to face these problems.
