I helped an old lady with her suitcase today. We walked down a flight of stairs and to the cloakroom and in the meantime, she told me half her life story. She mentioned a Pakistani doctor, an oncologist. "She," referring to the Pakistani oncologist, "considers me her best friend."
"I met her when my husband died of cancer." She stopped for a minute. That pause spoke volumes of love developed over years of sharing life with one man. I could tell time had passed since her husband's death, but this woman nearly choked at the recollection of his loss.
These are the stories I like to hear. About a man who was a woman's hero for a lifetime. About a woman who honored and respected him just below God. Old love pips young love. Chris Brown should record a song in his eighties - "Old love, old love, everything I need, I've got my old love."
"I met her when my husband died of cancer." She stopped for a minute. That pause spoke volumes of love developed over years of sharing life with one man. I could tell time had passed since her husband's death, but this woman nearly choked at the recollection of his loss.
These are the stories I like to hear. About a man who was a woman's hero for a lifetime. About a woman who honored and respected him just below God. Old love pips young love. Chris Brown should record a song in his eighties - "Old love, old love, everything I need, I've got my old love."