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Guard Rail 

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A treasured written memory from 2015…

My Dads Guard Rail …
Taking my patents to their doctor appointment is always a adventure!!! Today was no exception. As they started to check their weight my dad started to list to the right and he grabbed the hand rail…. I realized he left his cane in the waiting area… 
As I retrieved it from the waiting room, he had made it all the way down the hall, holding the wall hand rail. Once in the room he looked at me and said “if we had those guard rails in the house I wouldn’t need my cane…” I laughed because of his reference to guard rails…
If that wasn’t funny enough. 

The nurses name was Valentino. My dad ask if she was a February 14th birthday baby which she replied ” no it’s just a popular Ukrainian name” meanwhile mom said
“Bill what did you say” my dad replied ” Marie, Valentino is Ukrainian” to which she said ” what did you say Bill?” Dad said “Marie she’s from Hungry”

” Hungry?, are you hungry Bill?” It was so funny…

Thank you Mom and dad for all your love and support over all these years…

I love you and miss you both❤️

Author: amyweider

Living life filled with Love, Awe and Wonder allows me to see the Love and Joy all around... I live by this quote: "My past is not my Future it has taught me to live in the Present"©aweider I Love People, am in Awe of Life daily and Wonder about everything always…. I love to inspire others to recognize the Love that is within them, the Awe of the beautiful life that surrounds them and the Wonder of life’s gifts that can amaze them!

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