Raphael
I watched as Beth got mom ready to go out. I would have helped if I had any idea what to do, but I was at a complete loss. She took her to the bathroom, dressed her in warm winter clothes, helped her put her boots on, and then patiently walked behind Mom as she shuffled out to the garage with her walker. Lucy followed behind with the wheelchair.
I tucked the wheelchair in the trunk while Beth got mom buckled into the front seat. She then carried a booster seat for Lucy and the two of them settled into the back seat.
The luxury sedan I had rented was spacious, and still I noticed how Beth had struggled to get mom into the car by herself. It must have been really hard to transport mom around in that tiny Honda.
They needed a handicapped accessible van.
Beth didn’t complain, an
