Déjà vu

 

My mother in-law injured herself two days ago. She broke a couple of bones in her foot and has wound up staying in my house as a result until she gets (much) better. I'm in my early sixties, so you can only imagine her age, since a gentleman never says.

We set her up with a lot of things here at my house with all sorts of accomodations because she cannot walk very well on her own. One of the things that we have supplied is a walker, although she's having a very hard time getting around with it. That walker is the one that I used way back, when I wasn't allowed to put any weight on my broken leg. I haven't really touched it much in the garage over the years, except for times when I've moved it off of the christmas tree storage bags in order to get them into the house every year. My mother in-law is a pretty tough lady and has always remained active regardless of her age, but this injury has left her pretty helpless. As I watch her trying to use the walker without much success, it takes me back a little to the time when I had to use it to get around. She was very compassonate and supportive with me back then, and here I am taking care of her in a time of need. Life's a weird ride, and I'm thankful that I can help someone during their time of injury. It's just kind of strange to see someone attempting to use that walker with such limited success. I guess it just reminds me that we live a very fragile existence, and we should be more thankful for every day and the progress that time affords us all.