Honor the memory

This was before I broke my leg. I know because we moved the couches together so I could lay facing the television. Theresa really helped me back when I broke my leg. She would change my dressings, clean the wounds (many fracture blisters), re-wrap my legs and help steady me. She could cook pork chops, make eggs, etc.  She would use the tablet to play her match-3 games. We would get into arguments over buying game coins. They were never serious. I usually ended up buying her google play and later on Apple cards.

Later I would bribe her with perfume, candy, and those woolly socks. She was especially addicted to Lays Dill Pickle Chips and pull-a-part twizzlers. She could consume a bag in a day and not gain weight.

Theresa didn't really need much oxygen back them. In this photo she's not wearing it. The oxygen is wrapped around a white hand cream container. We'd get rid of this crap furniture about a year and a bit later.

My regret is buying that nice furniture so late. She didn't get to enjoy it very long. In the end there is no point in wringing hands over events you cannot change. I have to honor her memory; to be someone that she would be proud of.  I do not want to disappoint her.