A beautiful story

 

I’ve been thinking about this couple…wondering how they are doing, and hoping they are still together and enjoying each other. I love their story…. a perfect memory for Valentine’s day. 🙂

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I worked today, checking on some patients in the hospital.

There was a lady there, age 83, I had to see her before she could go home. It really could have been a 5 minute visit, I already had looked up her lab and imaging studies before knocking on her door. I knew she didn’t need anything from my group at the moment.

I walked out of that room an hour later, feeling a little lighter around my heart.

Her husband was in there, and although 86, he was still fit and handsome. My patient also looked much younger than her age. I watched how they interacted with each other as I asked her some basic questions. Teasing each other, winking at me as though I was in on the joke.  They were so proud to bring up how they had been married almost 60 years.

I don’t know exactly how it happened, but somehow after talking about her medical issues, we just kept talking.

The husband had an iPad. I thought it was surprising and adorable. As we spoke about different things, where we all grew up, the job he retired from, the fact that the wife could barely walk anymore without help….. his fingers were skimming over images. He was so ready to share, I could tell he brought that thing with him everywhere.

He had retired over 20 years ago, he was an attorney. He had photos of newspaper clippings that he’d saved about trials he was involved in. I loved it. He’d met some celebrities, had some great stories to tell.

I asked him if he had a wedding picture on that iPad, from his own wedding.

He didn’t.

But as they told me “their” story, I got to see something even better.

They met, over 60 years ago, at the Jersey Shore. He was from Ohio, she was a Jersey native. They were both on vacation. She started telling me the story….”and can you believe it, this guy says he knows who he’s going to marry….the first DAY we meet! I thought he was crazy!” And he smiles as he takes over, “but look who was right and who was wrong, huh?”

So they had a few days together, getting to know each other before he went back to Ohio with his family.

And then HIS mom calls HER mom. I’m told because that’s how things were done back then. He was 26, she was 23. the moms plan together for her to come to Ohio to visit. She stays with the family. She comes again. Then he goes to Jersey.

He took her to a jewelry store to pick out a ring on her second visit.

She told me that she counted the actual days they spent together before getting married.

FIFTEEN.

15 days of face time before walking down the aisle.

Then she moved to Ohio. In with his family, his parents, his sister, him. “We had a grand time!” Then they moved out…..next door.

I heard about their three daughters, and now their grandkids. All daughters are married to good guys, thank God. I saw pictures of their Florida home, on a golf course…. I see his eyes look a little wistful when he talks about it and then asks “do you play golf?”  He misses it.

They built a home in the city I live in now. I saw pictures of this too. I’ve driven past this house.

They had to sell it. They are moving into assisted living together, because she can’t be alone safely. He does not leave her side. And this is when they look at each other with so much love, and she jokes how this is payback for all the years she took care of him. And he tells me she is the best mother and best wife anyone could have. They invited me to come visit them. Because somehow we have become friends in this short time.

And then he took out the iPad one last time.

And showed me a picture, black and white. Three young people on a beach, sitting on a blanket and squinting at the camera.

It’s him and her, with a friend. The DAY they met. Because he knew……

And THAT is a beautiful story.

 

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11 thoughts on “A beautiful story

  1. Hi there! This article couldn’t be written much better!
    Looking at this post reminds me of my previous roommate!

    He continually kept preaching about this. I will send this article
    to him. Pretty sure he’s going to have a great read.
    I appreciate you for sharing!

    • Thank you, I appreciate you for reading! If your roommate was the gentleman I met, I will say what a small world we live in!

  2. I have tears in my eyes and goose bumps on my flesh. This could be my parents. It is not, but may I share some similarities? Mom is 83 and Dad is 85. Their parents had summer homes on the ocean near each other. This was in the early 1950’s. Their dad’s were boating and coast guard friends. The mothers decided to get together for dinner at one home and have the son (who just returned from the Navy) come meet the daughter (a medical secretary …who had NO idea that she was now required to cancel her evening plans with her group of friends to help her mother entertain). The daughter, beautiful and classy, did not speak the entire evening she was so mad. The son, handsome and smart…and now in college for teaching, asked their daughter to take a ride in his car, because, You see, his sister was also invited to the dinner party and he had to bring her home early as she had her 3 week old baby with her and her husband was in the service.
    He knew she was the one for him. She was not so sure. He invited her on a date, she went, and he asked her to not see any other “boys” from then on.
    My mom and Dad.
    Married: summer of 1956
    3 children: I am the oldest
    The sister with the 3 week old baby became my mothers best friend and sister in law.
    The parents (my grandparents) lived long long lives and became great- grandparents to my children. We had many happy times on the grandparents boats.
    My dad uses his iPad and iPhone.
    The love of each others lives. Role models to many. Thank you for listening. Sue

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