Ruth Brown
I was fortunate enough to be Daphne's caregiver while she was healthy enough to go out and do things. On one occasion we were going to the mall to buy a double broiler so I could cook her oatmeal like her parents did (on the stove for hours until it was a creamy paste).
I dropped her off at the entrance to Bed Bath and Beyond where she promised to wait for me while I parked her van. When I got inside she was no where to be found. I panicked and began asking strangers in the mall if they had seen a little woman with a red cart, and before I knew it there was a mob looking for her. She was found sitting on the bench inside the mall. She had decided to go to JC Penny rather than wait for me.
We laughed about it all the way home.
There were a lot of laughs over the last four and a half years, but our best giggle-fest always came when I carried her oxygen cart and went one way and without warning she would dart off in a different direction. I would tease her and tell her if she kept that up she was going to be like Eeyore and we'd have to pin ears on her.
She was a treasure, and I miss her greatly!
Ruth Brown