Used To

I went Christmas shopping yesterday with my friend. We had such a great time. In between breakfast at a local diner and appetizers and cocktails at a favorite bar in late afternoon, I realized a few things.

Before my vision loss, I used to love browsing in gift shops, book stores. I used to love spotting an item on a shelf or another kind of display, taking it down to get a closer look.  I used to love finding something special that someone I love would love, buying it and saving it for their birthday or Christmas.

Also, I have to get used to putting my hand on a friend's shoulder to help guide me and keep me from falling when the sidewalk gets bumpy and a downhill is steep.

Used to. Two little words, two big meanings.