And you do and we do ( love him that is)... we just never know what they might think of to do - or not do... love them just the same and say that prayer ... please, please be OK... as we are watching "that moment" leaning to far out of the chair, transfering in a unfamiliar and not so handicap friendly place, we just never know... but maybe thats a gift..

just as i wrote that and posted it i thought of a moment to share with others- just in case and a who woulda "thunk it"...... when parking in a handicap area and the line or lines happen to be right in the spot of where our loved ones get out-- that paint when wet can be very , very slippery.. we learned this the almost hard way also if there is any dirt on them they are slippery.... no there is a moment i would hate to report my husband fell on a handicap paint line... life is WIERD...nancyl

I for one here on stroke board will be glad when Bruce is out of that WC by what you mentioned about the space on the landing and I'm thinking with no rails? He has come too far to get a set back now. Just when he is starting to be more active when you are not home.

I want so bad to meet all of you as all of you have had a chance to be together and go on vacations including the casino. I say daily maybe one day that can happen. It's like I already know you all just never met in person.

I had a BBQ shed built in my back yard and I love it. Fiberglass roof, screen around the top portion half and siding on the bottom with a cement floor and screen door wide enough to get my scooter inside to sit on while I BBQ. I got two pits in there, a small frig with gas grill on top, ceiling fan too and room to sit for about 8 people.

Personally, I am glad when Ray extends himself but I don't know about it til after. His brother last year bought a Porsche Carrera and came to give Ray a spin. I had my eye out for their return, didn't really relax for the 20 minutes or so they were gone. Like Ray, his brother is a speed demon, and I knew he came out here to the "country" to really let it rip. Well they got back fine and Ray popped out of the car with a big smile on his face. His brother admitted he had hit 130 MPH. I was like, well glad I didn't know that while it was happening, but OK, they're back safe.

When I told his sister, she freaked out and said she'd never speak to either of them again! But she doesn't know that I live on the edge every day, and this is just one more triumph in Ray's survival. A good omen if you will. When Ray had the Corvette, he hit over 100 plenty of times, occasionally with me along for the ride (not that I enjoyed it like him!)

Fred that BBQ pit sounds fantastic! I'm lucky if I get around to even using charcoal these days. The grill used to be Ray's job. But I have a little experience luckily, so we're not starving.

I do love to grill - less kitchen mess to clean up and it doesn't heat up the kitchen. But because of my Dad's legacy, I mostly insisted anyway. But steak was always up to Bruce. Colleen, I also use charcoal.

I too love Fred's BBQ pit. If I am going to put in a patio anyway, go the whole nine yards. I will be limited as to season, unlike Texas, but still I am out there most nights anyway and that may even extend the season.

But yes, those nights I turned the corner coming home from work and no caregiver car were the some of my most anxious. Fortunately front door is glass and I can see Bruce when I pull in the driveway - but Colleen is right. Mostly by now I can put the anxiety lever on low most of the day. When hit in the face with it, zoom up to high. If I hear about it hours or days later, well anxiety lever goes up a bit, but I can get over it quickly because all is well and he is safe. Thank you all for your responses. He can be maddening! LOL.