Sadness prevails
Posted 12-09-2011 at 01:36 PM by Pikantari
I look across to him as he sits there reading or doing a crossword puzzle. I notice the grey in his hair seems to be more and more. His face covered also, with a grey and white beard.
The lines in his face show the many years he has lived, and they show a hard life. His hand moves to his lower chest and side and his face grimaces in pain.
I worry about him and I know he is all alone. I try to be the best friend to him that I can be. I ask if he is ok, and he tells me he is not doing so well.
I saw him here on Thanksgiving morning and I went to him and said hello. I moved his coffee from the arm of the chair to the table and gave him a gentle hug and he looked up at me and smiled.
I had stopped in to just quickly grab a coffee but instead, I sat next to him and we talked for a bit.
I always try and spend time and listen to his stories of yesteryear, and his conspiracy theories of things that have happened here in the United States.
I think I see a tear in the corner of his eye and it saddens me to no end. Just a few days ago, he was talking about wanting to go see the Christmas lights in Old Town Alexandria but also said that if he had children that half way cared about him, maybe he would.
I reached my hand out to his and touched it. He felt cold as my warm hand landed upon his. I told him I would go with him, if he would like.
I look up right this minute and he is walking in the door. My goodness. He stands in line there, holding his newspaper. He orders his coffee now, and hopefully he will come and sit next to me. We shall soon see, as there is an open chair.
I made a deal with him several months ago, as he and I and another young lady sat in a circle talking. "You and me, Gary. 2015. If neither of us are married by then, you and me." He smiles and agrees.
Even now he tells me he wants to meet 'J' so he knows what his competition is.
He is here now, sitting next to me. I have shared a few pictures with me and he asks me what time I got here and I tell him around noon.
I am happy to share things with him, if only to see the corner of his mouth turn upright. I got more than that, though. He gave me several full smiles and my work is done.
My duty in life.....to make people smile. The other day it hardly worked and sadness prevailed. Today, a different story.
The lines in his face show the many years he has lived, and they show a hard life. His hand moves to his lower chest and side and his face grimaces in pain.
I worry about him and I know he is all alone. I try to be the best friend to him that I can be. I ask if he is ok, and he tells me he is not doing so well.
I saw him here on Thanksgiving morning and I went to him and said hello. I moved his coffee from the arm of the chair to the table and gave him a gentle hug and he looked up at me and smiled.
I had stopped in to just quickly grab a coffee but instead, I sat next to him and we talked for a bit.
I always try and spend time and listen to his stories of yesteryear, and his conspiracy theories of things that have happened here in the United States.
I think I see a tear in the corner of his eye and it saddens me to no end. Just a few days ago, he was talking about wanting to go see the Christmas lights in Old Town Alexandria but also said that if he had children that half way cared about him, maybe he would.
I reached my hand out to his and touched it. He felt cold as my warm hand landed upon his. I told him I would go with him, if he would like.
I look up right this minute and he is walking in the door. My goodness. He stands in line there, holding his newspaper. He orders his coffee now, and hopefully he will come and sit next to me. We shall soon see, as there is an open chair.
I made a deal with him several months ago, as he and I and another young lady sat in a circle talking. "You and me, Gary. 2015. If neither of us are married by then, you and me." He smiles and agrees.
Even now he tells me he wants to meet 'J' so he knows what his competition is.
He is here now, sitting next to me. I have shared a few pictures with me and he asks me what time I got here and I tell him around noon.
I am happy to share things with him, if only to see the corner of his mouth turn upright. I got more than that, though. He gave me several full smiles and my work is done.
My duty in life.....to make people smile. The other day it hardly worked and sadness prevailed. Today, a different story.
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