This elderly man told me and my mother his life story at the grocery store today.
It was actually very touching and helped me calm down. I was having a rough day and his story just took me away from all of that and I feel that if I don’t talk about his story then it will eventually be lost.
He grew up in San Antonio and married his high school sweetheart, but he was three years older than her. He went up to a preacher one night and asked him to marry them. He agreed. So in secret one summer night, they met up at a church and became husband and wife. They’ve been married for 69 years. This is his wife’s fourteenth year living with alzheimer’s and doesn’t know where she is when she wakes up in the morning, but all she knows is that she loves the man laying next to her, even though she doesn’t know who he is.
His sister died when she was 28, almost 50 years ago. Her blood was messed up because of some medication she was taking. He rushed her to the hospital and she died that night.
His mother died when she was forty when he was about fifteen almost sixty years ago.
He told me that he has twin boys, but they’re “nowhere near as handsome as me.”
He started to tear up and told me that he’s glad to see a mother and son as special as me and my mom.
He then told us to have a good day and went on shopping. He needed to tell his story.
He probably doesn’t get to tell many people. I feel honored to have been in his presence.
I just think that everyone should stay positive and help others. You know? I usually always plus someone's blog or post if I like it, or if I'm asked to, or If I'm jut being generous. But some people are just down-right mean. It just really hurts, when I'm trying to get a little T$ to buy some new hair or new clothes and people just come by and Neg my blog.
If you're going to Neg me, please at least leave me a comment telling me why. I think that's fair.
I really haven't done anything to anyone. I'm really nice.
When it gets cold outside I'm going to go to Barnes & Noble to buy tons of books. Then I'm going to make myself coffee and sit on my porch in my favorite sweater just reading and drinking coffee and seeing myself exhale and hearing the leaves crunch with the wind and fall to the ground because that is the life.