Today Dad's DLA car was picked up by the garage and taken to the auction. It hit Mum hard, the fact that he loved his cars and was unable to drive this one. I tried to pull something positive from it like at least it was more like her car going and that she had no memories of him driving it to let go off, I am not sure it helped.
She just seems so small, vulnerable and helpless.
I feel sad.
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