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Today, after resisting when our weekend guy put him in a sitting position, Burt settled into it.

He relaxed and held himself up. This was unusual for him as he generally sinks back.

Not unexpectedly, he started talking. His narrative ran into unfamiliar territory as he started discussing getting up.

We perked up.

His aide positioned the walker in front of him. We listened and encouraged. Burt seemed to be tiring, but no, he was determined.

We helped him to his feet.

He was unsteady enough for me to demur. Our aide applauded the effort and kept Burt up, holding him from behind. I steered the walker.

Burt plopped down onto his big brown chair with relief. I felt his triumph. We had offered him lunch.

Once ensconced, he took the plate I brought and began feeding himself.

As it became clear that he’d had enough, we took the reverse path. Waiting until he was ready to get out of the chair, closely escorting him, guiding the walker.

I left the two men for a bit. Burt was yelling my name.

When I came in, he’d been sitting on the side of the bed for a long while. I thought he was fatigued, but he seemed manic. Again, I was proud of him.

At least for the moment, he was no longer bedbound.