My son visited me last Sunday afternoon. I had been in my new apartment for a little over three weeks and had yet to stock up on groceries. Living here in Covington, Kentucky and just off Madison Avenue, Kroger is six or seven blocks up from me. I don’t drive anymore and stocking up on groceries is a bit hard if you try to do it taking the bus. My son has a car and on Sunday, he had the time.
On that Sunday, he also had a gift for me. A new cane. A quad cane—you know, a cane with those four ferrules at the base of it. I was a bit taken back at first. I resisted. I didn’t need something like that. My old cane was keeping me on my feet just fine. I thought about telling him to take it back to the store where he got it but I never got around to doing that.
During our grocery store run, I tried the cane out. I had to admit, it was giving me more support walking. I felt steadier on my feet and found myself walking a little faster.
I made quick work of the grocery store. I’ve been going to that Kroger on Madison Avenue for almost two years now and know the layout pretty well. I had a grocery list with me but didn’t need it. After I write down what I need, it’s pretty much in my head.
When we got back to the apartment, my son helped me put away the groceries. After that, we visited for quite a while. When it was time for him to go, I gave him a hug, thanked him for taking me grocery shopping and thanked him for the cane.
At least the quad cane is black and not silver and it makes me feel good that my son is looking out for me. I always tell people that I don’t really need a cane—that it’s a fashion statement—but people aren’t buying that anyway. I’m going to use the quad cane.
So now it’s official: I’ve turned into Frasier’s dad. That’s OK. I’ve always kind of liked that guy.
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