David
You do NOT want to know what a disabled pal of mine did when she came down the day my beloved David died. The day following we decided to go out to the local shopping centre, just for some relief.
We had to get people to help get her chair into her Land Rover - and explain how to dismantle Tonto and get him in as well.
Oh. Forgetting the fact that I couldn't get into the thing (the Land Rover) because it was too high, so I kept sort of slipping off.
Not to mention trying to get out.
Help help help - where is the ground? I can't see it.
Oh, what fun we had, and how it helped stop the tears. Because her long divorced husband, but still the father of her children, had died a couple of days before my beloved David.
Who is watching over all of us, with his beautiful smile.
Sleep well, David.
We had to get people to help get her chair into her Land Rover - and explain how to dismantle Tonto and get him in as well.
Oh. Forgetting the fact that I couldn't get into the thing (the Land Rover) because it was too high, so I kept sort of slipping off.
Not to mention trying to get out.
Help help help - where is the ground? I can't see it.
Oh, what fun we had, and how it helped stop the tears. Because her long divorced husband, but still the father of her children, had died a couple of days before my beloved David.
Who is watching over all of us, with his beautiful smile.
Sleep well, David.
posted by Cookie @ 10:49 AM
1 Comments:
At 1:41 PM,
Purplegimp said…
See if I ever do that again, you miserable cripple of venerable age. Lamb, you want lamb? Just you wait. You know you WILL get lamb baaaaa. And most likely some flowers too. SO THERE.
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