Love Story...
Posted on October 25, 2011
“It was early morning yesterday; I was up before the dawn….” Hmmm? Isn’t that a Supertramp song? Yes, and it’s a super song too!
As the sun rose over the coast of Port Aransas, I was thinking… if the day is any reflection of this sunrise; today will be amazing.
I gazed at the quiet ocean; as the waves rolled like silk gently to the shore… peacefully serene.
Everything was perfect, then suddenly something caught the corner of my eye; an old man being escorted by what seemed to be his son and daughter-in-law. They were leading him as he followed slowly with his walker guiding every step. It was rather sweet, and yet I felt overcome with sadness. I couldn’t understand why I was so sad. I leaned on the rail of the second story balcony; still wondering how we got so lucky to stay in such a place with the most picturesque view… what a mystery; but truthfully, it was a gift from a dear friend. (Thank you Kathy)
Ok, so, I leaned in to consume more of this lovely family. Then I understood my sadness, it was the rolling walker, I wondered, how will he take it on the beach? Of course, he didn’t.
They ushered him to the edge of the walkway, and left him there to sit, as they continued on their journey, probably just as he and his maiden did back in the day. Back when he and his lady were young and could walk hand in hand up and down the shore, only to stop for the occasional broken shell that his lady just knew would make the perfect addition to one of her homemade creations.
I imagined her asking, “Harvey, won’t this look lovely on that lamp shade in the bathroom?” He would smile adoringly, and reply “Absolutely Mabel, absolutely.” Then he’d take the shell, rinse it in the ocean for her, and place it carefully in his pocket. I let out a heavy, yet hopeful romantic sigh, “ahhhh….” What a charming couple they must have been.
I sat and watched him the entire time that his children traipsed the seashore. I wanted to walk down and join him for some conversation, but I convinced myself otherwise…
What if this is where he comes to talk to her? What if this is the only place he finds peace? I can’t disturb him, can I? I had better not.
Instead I gave kudos to his kids for giving him a place to meditate… to be himself.
Then I opted to stay and just watch over him, as if he were my Grandfather, or my Father, my Uncle, or my Brother, or even my Husband…
I started feeling at peace again. I was happy because I felt that at some time in this gentleman’s life he shared the beach with someone, and it was beautiful.
He was reminiscing, enjoying the breeze, gazing at the quiet ocean; as the waves rolled like silk gently to the shore…
peacefully serene.
As the sun rose over the coast of Port Aransas, I was thinking… if the day is any reflection of this sunrise; today will be amazing.
I gazed at the quiet ocean; as the waves rolled like silk gently to the shore… peacefully serene.
Everything was perfect, then suddenly something caught the corner of my eye; an old man being escorted by what seemed to be his son and daughter-in-law. They were leading him as he followed slowly with his walker guiding every step. It was rather sweet, and yet I felt overcome with sadness. I couldn’t understand why I was so sad. I leaned on the rail of the second story balcony; still wondering how we got so lucky to stay in such a place with the most picturesque view… what a mystery; but truthfully, it was a gift from a dear friend. (Thank you Kathy)
Ok, so, I leaned in to consume more of this lovely family. Then I understood my sadness, it was the rolling walker, I wondered, how will he take it on the beach? Of course, he didn’t.
They ushered him to the edge of the walkway, and left him there to sit, as they continued on their journey, probably just as he and his maiden did back in the day. Back when he and his lady were young and could walk hand in hand up and down the shore, only to stop for the occasional broken shell that his lady just knew would make the perfect addition to one of her homemade creations.
I imagined her asking, “Harvey, won’t this look lovely on that lamp shade in the bathroom?” He would smile adoringly, and reply “Absolutely Mabel, absolutely.” Then he’d take the shell, rinse it in the ocean for her, and place it carefully in his pocket. I let out a heavy, yet hopeful romantic sigh, “ahhhh….” What a charming couple they must have been.
I sat and watched him the entire time that his children traipsed the seashore. I wanted to walk down and join him for some conversation, but I convinced myself otherwise…
What if this is where he comes to talk to her? What if this is the only place he finds peace? I can’t disturb him, can I? I had better not.
Instead I gave kudos to his kids for giving him a place to meditate… to be himself.
Then I opted to stay and just watch over him, as if he were my Grandfather, or my Father, my Uncle, or my Brother, or even my Husband…
I started feeling at peace again. I was happy because I felt that at some time in this gentleman’s life he shared the beach with someone, and it was beautiful.
He was reminiscing, enjoying the breeze, gazing at the quiet ocean; as the waves rolled like silk gently to the shore…
peacefully serene.