My son's step grandmother. When my A/C went out she loaned me a fan. When she was recovering from hip surgery I loaned her my walker. I accidentally broke the fan. She kept the walker, transaction almost complete. Today, buried in the back room, I found the basket that goes with it – mission accomplished. She's really good to my sons, and though the years has been kind to me. It's difficult seeing her struggle, watching her health deteriorate. I hope when I die, rather than the process just dragging on and on it happens quick and sudden and I die instantly in my sleep.
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