"I watched him look into the window and check his reflection. He carefully combed his hair and straightened his tie. He had to be seventy years old, yet he acted as eager as a schoolboy. A regular visitor at the nursing home, he was meeting the love of his life who had been ill for a very long time. He read, and sang and held her hand."
Love, a rare commitment these days, to care for another regardless of the response or burden.
This older man is pitied by some, but is a privileged man, who deeply loves his wife no matter what. He paints a beautiful picture for the rest of us to see and enjoy.
Happy Anniversary, Time sure flies
-- Love always -- MoM
May the essence of my life
be a song that others would want to sing
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