How can I repay a kindness when I don’t cook? Go Shopping!!!

I live in the South but I am not a cook. It’s an oxymoron. Southerners live to eat so they must cook. I eat to live. I don’t like to cook. It takes hours to prepare a meal and 10 minutes to eat it. I’m just not into that kind of energy trade-off. Anyway, my husband came down with the flu two days before Christmas this year. My son and grandchildren had left that morning to go back home to Texas and I was cleaning the house and washing clothes. I heard my husband call my name in a very weak voice. When I responded, I saw that he was on the floor and could not get up. (Reminded me of the commercial…I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!) He was really hot and feverish to the touch. He had complained earlier that he felt ill but I had no idea that he was this sick. This was not just the ordinary flu with chills, fever, vomiting and all that other disgusting bodily fluid regurgitation. This was the kind of flu that sneaks up on you before you know it and affects your inner ear. It keeps you from being able to balance yourself enough to make it to the bathroom to pee. It made him so weak he could not lift any of his extremities. I could not lift him back onto the bed because he was like “dead weight”. So I called 911. This was a first for me. The operator asked me questions like “had he passed out”, “was he breathing”, and several other scary questions about his observable condition. She told me to stay on the line till the emergency people arrived, just like on TV. Anyway, when the fire truck and ambulance pulled up to our house, it got the attention of our immediate neighbors who gathered to see the emergency vehicles and which one of us (me or him) was going to take a ride to the hospital. Then they (our neighbors) went into action. One neighbor sat with me in the emergency waiting room until the attendants got my husband set up in ICU. After he came home, Christmas Day, she made sure we had meals. Delicious home cooked meals that were part of her Christmas Eve and Christmas Day lunch and dinner from her extended family. Another neighbor offered to take care of our Chihuahua. The leaves in our front yard (that our lawn care people hadn’t done yet) were bagged and raked by our neighbor across the street with whom my husband exchanges books like a book-of-the-month-club. Another neighbor brought us a pound cake. So, how can I let these marvelous people know how much I appreciate their help and their generosity? I would love to have them all over for dinner to say thank you, but I don’t cook. I am really good at shopping so I think I will get each one a unique gift. Maybe I should learn to cook…NAH.