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Divesting


 Is there anything that sounds sweeter than the gurgle of a happy baby? That’s what I awoke hearing after a brief afternoon nap. Jenn White and her one-year-old baby, Wyndham, had come by for a visit with Mary. Lying in bed listening to Wyndy Jim, as she calls him, gurgle and giggle brought a smile to my face and for a few moments helped me forget how ill I am.

 

Having a few weeks before undergoing the MAiD procedure gives me time to do a number of things that I wouldn’t be able to accomplish if my death had been sudden. One of those things is to divest myself of certain possessions. I have many things I have accumulated over my life that have meaning and more sentimental value than financial. I have begun to give away some of my stuff to people I care about and who I know will appreciate that object in their lives. Another one of those giveaway moments happened during Wyn’s visit.

 

I have had a bongo drum for a number of years that I purchased at a Wild Impulse fall sale. I’d bring it out from time to time and play with it. I studied a few online videos to see how I might get different sounds, but of late it has been sitting in the corner of the living room adding ornamental value and not much else.

 

I decided to give it to Wyndy Jim. He immediately began to bang his hands on the skin with his mom joining in. Mary gave him a blue silicon spoon and he banged the drum with it. He clearly didn’t want to work, preferring instead to bang on his drum all day. 

 

Thanks to Wyndham for giving this bongo a new home. It was a genuine feel-good moment all round.

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