A Life Rewinding

Near the end of his life, the 89 year old Paul Davidson awoke one day to find on the right arm of his motorised wheelchair, instead of the normal lever for propelling himself in different directions, the control panel of a time machine.
It was set out much like the controls of a video or dvd player: Play, Pause, Fast Forward, Fast Rewind. Stop.
He had awoken a little earlier than he normally would, and decided to experiment with this curious adaptation to his wheelchair. Tentatively, he pressed the Play button.

When, after a while, nothing seemed to have happened, his finger hovered over the Fast Rewind symbol. A curious smile rearranging his wrinkled face, he pressed the button.
There was a strange, musical drone in a minor key and he was suddenly rushing backwards through time at several times the normal speed of his life. The careworker lady who looked after him flashed into existence, a blur as she attended to his needs in reverse. Days & nights strobed by as he felt his strength recover.
It wasn't long before he was out & about again - delighted to be able to see old friends again - friends who had recently passed away - though he was sad that he was going too fast to communicate with them again.
The minor key drone still in his ears, he was back working at the factory again, though his job had drastically changed; at a headlong speed he was now required to turn finished products back into raw materials.
Then he was rushing his dead wife from hospital back home where her health swiftly improved, and his children were suddenly back on the scene again.
What seemed like only moments later his children were going back through adolescence until he & his young wife were alone after getting wedded.
Disturbed by the fact that he no longer had any recollection of his wife or children, Paul was travelling back through his own youth - amazed to see his own parents not just alive again, but so much younger - and looking younger by the minute.

A feeling of panic made him look for the controls on the arm of his wheelchair, but the chair was no longer there. When he looked back up he was back at school, emptying his head of knowledge at such a rate that he became mystified by the sky & the rushing clouds above him.

Then he was too young for school and, still fast rewinding at a terrifying rate, he felt his body dwindle until his last memory was of his parents in old fashioned garb smiling at him as he lay in his pram.

When his carer found him lying on the floor he was dead. When she put his wheelchair back upright after his body had been taken away, she noticed that the control lever had snapped off the arm when he had taken his final tumble.