Making our way into the doctors office for his protime test a woman was kind enough to hold the door open for us, something we usually don't let people do because we are a little slow in the walking department and don't want to put people out. The woman looked familiar to me and apparently to Dad. As we entered the building and I got one of the wheelchairs ready for Dad he said to me, referencing the woman, "She is...she's...um..."
"Something?" I chimed in.
Well he busted out laughing. "Yes something," he replied to me and we both laughed all the way down the hallway.
This is my Friday afternoon story. Have an amazing weekend everyone.
On January 2, 2013, my father Rudolf Walter suffered a stroke. This is the continuing story of that event.
Friday, November 14, 2014
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