Dad isn't here any longer, but his wheelchair rode again. Moreover, last Sunday, I was in it.
Sunday, January 24th, was the Installation of Marta as the 18th senior settled minister of First Parish Unitarian Universalist Church of Arlington. I was asked to ring the bell of the church to start the service. (Which meant ringing the bell 20 times, once for each of the 18 senior settled ministers and twice more for the two settled associate ministers in the church's history.)
It was only my second time out of the house since undergoing foot surgery ten days earlier. I needed (and still need, as of this writing) to keep my feet elevated as part of the recovery. So Dad's wheelchair, which was configured to keep his injured left leg raised, fit my needs as well.
It was a spooky and uncomfortable experience. I used to push Dad in this wheelchair. Now, someone else (thank you, David Whitford!) pushed me around. It's not an experience I'd like to repeat.
I missed Dad a lot last Sunday. During the service, for the first time, I repeatedly had the instinctive thought that after the service, I'd call telephone to tell him about it.
— Doug Davidoff