I think about her as I walk. Like her I don’t walk as I did. My legs are stiffened, my gait awkward. I feel clumsy, lumpen at times. But, I can still do it. I can still carry this body of mine around. I can go out of my own volition, out into the fresh air, wind and rain if I choose. And I do choose, even if I walk sans grace. She can move but only with the help of her carers and the physio who comes into the home twice a week. She can walk if she uses the various contraptions that clutter up the small ground floor room. We’ve given them names, though some had their monikers already. There’s Sarah Steady. I like her. And there’s the retitled Gusset Frame, which she admits to hating to use because it makes her look and feel ugly. She bought another one from Google and this is one is known as Gusset Mark 2. And then there’s Winny the Walker. She likes this one best of all but has to make her hand stronger before she can use it. Her voice has sounded frailer over the last few days. He says it’s because she doesn’t talk much during the day. And yet there is still some much vitality in her, I can see it, sense and hear it. Keep her well.
