The little old man…

Pulled into Target’s parking lot and pulled past a car- a Buick, Cadillac, or other car typically belonging to the older generation- stopped at the entrance.  It is driven by a little ‘ol man.  He had walked, probably slowly, out to the parking lot to get his car and pull it lovingly around for his wife, so she didn’t have to walk.  Who knows how many years of marriage.. 40… 50… more???

I fought back tears… my husband never had the opportunity to become a little ‘ol man.  If I become a old woman… there won’t be a little ‘ol man to pull the car around.  Sigh…

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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