I asked the grandmother why the face of the grandfather for so long was not tired, love is in the end what is a life talent willing to pay for you to be considered that you really love driving a racing car with you to play every day to send you flowers and chocolates, or that a the words do not send a silent man to help you clean up the house cooking, which one is your life who you want to meet, she tells a simple story below to listen to me.
Valentine's Day is only a week away and recently, while I was waiting in the checkout aisle at my grocery store, I overheard two ladies talking about the upcoming holiday. One of the women was in a new relationship and looked forward to the day of red. The other woman, who reminded her friend that she's been married for more than 15 years, listened to her friend swoon about her new love interest, rolled her eyes and, wearing a smirk, tartly remarked, "That's nice but have you ever heard this quote.
Love is like a card game. You start by playing with two hearts and one player wants the diamond. It ends with one or both players wanting a club and a spade.When she finished reciting the quote, she smiled at her friend and now the woman "in love" was rolling her eyes at her longtime married pal. Obviously, these two women didn't agree about the significance of Valentine's Day or share the same feelings when it came to celebrating the holiday, and to be truthful, more people might agree with the cynical woman.
Whichever side of the fence you're sitting on , the topic of love has always been popular, even before Chaucer made it courtly in the Middle Ages.If you're dreading the day, this true love story might melt your cold heart. The main characters aren't Romeo and Juliet but George and Pearle. It goes like this.
It was a blue sky hot and humid summer afternoon in July and I was beginning my shift at the nursing home, caring for elderly patients. Every morning, like clockwork, George, an gentleman, would be transported to our facility by the assisted living senior bus, just in time to have breakfast with Pearl, his wife of 60 years. Sweet Girl Pearl had been admitted into our facility that April and George was trying to adjust to living apart from the love of his life. George had been told that Pearl would probably never leave the facility.
Pearl had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and it was progressively getting worse. In its later stages, Pearl had forgotten how to walk and was confined to a wheelchair that George would push around the home, wearing his famous crooked smile. Just taking a tour with my beautiful wife, he'd say as he tipped his Red Sox baseball cap to me. I'd usually spot them together outside on the patio, holding hands in the shade. They sat in complete silence but both would smile at anyone who passed by. Unless George was pushing Pearl in her wheel chair, they were always holding hands.
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