Last week I met an eighty-year-old man who I thought was sixty.
RAIN & CAFFEINE WITHDRAWAL…
It was around six in the morning, raining and least to say I wasn’t too pleased about walking the dogs in the rain. I remember rising that morning and not shining but instead trying to blot out the morning sun by stuffing myself deeper into my pillow.
I marched and mumbled down the parkway attempting to avoid puddles but to no avail. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible so I could enjoy my morning caffeine injection and deliberate on how I would go about my day.
On the parkway, there is a small pond, and if you get out early enough you can watch the geese. I don’t know whether I decided to become entranced by the geese, or lack of caffeine caused my legs to freeze. While I stood in the rain with my little guys, I noticed him there smiling and talking to his soaked shiatzu. This intrigued me, mostly because I always thought people who spoke to their dogs in public were revolutionaries (like myself).
He laughed at himself when he noticed I was smiling at him, talking and smiling at his dog. For the next twenty minutes, he told me he loved a woman for over forty years, she passed and so did all their friends, and what he had left was his Nina after the famous Nina Simone.
They walked the parkway every morning the same way he and his wife had. He expressed to me that not only would the house be lonely without her, but he probably would never leave it. When he told, me he was eighty I initially thought he was sixty.
I WANT TO BE FOREVER YOUNG…
I went home and I thought about living until the age of eighty. I imagined not being able to call someone from my generation to discuss how “crazy” the “new generation” has become “nowadays”. I thought about how easily the man continued to smile. As I sat there and sipped my coffee, I figured out why he looked so young. It wasn’t his clothing, skin or hair. It was joy, this man had mastered finding joy in something as simple as walking his dog.
I don’t know your name, and I don’t know if I’ll see you again. I just want to say
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