To the editor:
This letter is for the coward who stole my wood splitter about a month ago. A tool I desperately need. Now I am up the creek without a paddle. I don’t know what to do.
You must feel great, stealing from a little old lady with multiple disabilities living on a small pension. I’m sure you made enough money to buy a bicycle or drugs.
Last December I was faced with one of the hardest decisions of my life. My roommate, best friend, confidante and mentor is suffering the ravages of dementia. Putting him into a care facility was torture for both of us.
That is when my life turned miserable. Left to run our home, pay the bills, and maintain my vehicle, I almost lost my sanity. Before long, my furnace broke down. I had no way to repair the furnace and I just had to let my power bill escalate, when the next catastrophe hit.
My hot water tank quit two days before Christmas. I begged my wonderful neighbour to help me, which he did without complaint.
Then the heater in my car quit, leaving me freezing all winter. Yesterday I received my vehicle insurance renewal reminder. There is no way I can pay for the insurance. My friend won’t be able to go for a drive or come home with me, an event he looks forward to just to break the monotony. Living in a care facility is very tedious. There are limited activities for the residents and I feel so sorry for him, I visit him every day.
Do the bad things in life happen in threes? These events have taken a toll on me, for now I am a blubbering idiot.
Enjoy the log splitter.
Dianne McMillan, Kelowna