Just left the Farmers Market. I try to buy from deferent vendors every week. But there is a little man there who stole my heart, I always go by his booth. Today as I was walking up he met me halfway to the parking area. He said in a definitive voice, good morning, I lost my wife, she went home to The Lord last week. Now mind you Ive never met her and only know him from a few visits this summer to buy produce. I knew he was at a great loss and hurting. So I hugged him and asked how long they were married. His reply, 62 years and nine months to the day! Wow I said! As we made our way back to his booth I asked her name, he said Lenore, you would have loved her! And somehow I knew he was probably right. Then I asked him, how did you meet? His eyes got wide and a huge smile crossed his face. You see that scar on my finger? I really couldnt see an obvious scar, just farm worked hands, weathered and wrinkled. But I said yes. Then he told the story that he lived alone as a young man and cut his finger slicing tomatoes. He went to the apartment next door to get a bandage because he had none. He said, The most beautiful angel in white shorts came to the door. She looked at my finger and said, that needs stitches. He replied, if you will hold my hand then I will go to get stitches. He looked at me with the sweetest tear and said, she held my hand for the next 62 years.... Yep behinds my shades I cried an eyelash off. #blessings #mademyday
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 16:09:56 +0000
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