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A man calls this morning to say that he had stopped by the shop yesterday to place an order with me to send roses to his wife for her birthday. I recall him, elderly, sweet faced, hound dog eyes, hunkering painstakingly over his card. I remember complimenting him on how well prepared he was, stopping by days ahead to take care of the gift.
Over the phone he asks if I will please open the card back up and write at the bottom "Your husband, George."
I grin and say, "Oh? but I bet she'll know it's you, George."
"Well...sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn't," he replies.
My heart falls. I assure him I will sign his card for him. He thanks me graciously and ends the call.
The address to the recipient I find is in a nursing home.
Inside the card George has written "Sweetheart. I love you bunches and miss you so much, so please stay healthy."


O George, you have killed me.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quiet-flame.livejournal.com
*chin quiver*

Date: 2009-12-10 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
i have to hide frm my boss. she says we're not supposed to be the ones crying in the flower shop because we're supposed to be tough.

Date: 2009-12-10 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quiet-flame.livejournal.com
Makes sense, but that would be so hard. :( My chin would be Claire Danesing it up all over the place.

Date: 2009-12-10 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] howard-cosell.livejournal.com
I get the *eyes sting and burn* and *tip of nose warmth tingle*

Date: 2009-12-10 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] streaks.livejournal.com
i get pain under my tongue. or in my jaw or something. from holding it back.

Date: 2009-12-10 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
my luck! i get everything! not chin quiver so much as involuntary pout.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] twitchywrote.livejournal.com
That is one of the most heartbreaking things I have ever heard.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
you think it's all fun n games sniffing flowers all day, then BOOM! elderly people IN LOVE.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] infinitehaiku.livejournal.com
this should be read by anyone contemplating marriage. THIS is the kind of guy you want.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:42 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-10 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
o george

I LOVE YOU GEORGE!!!!

Date: 2009-12-10 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aquilinum.livejournal.com
If there were a way to tell in advance which people (not just men!) would age into this... well.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowhumcrush.livejournal.com
cryinnnnnnnng.



oh.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:33 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-10 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
all DAY about this. all fucking DAY.

Date: 2009-12-10 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] devronika.livejournal.com
well, that's a punch in the heart.
sweet man. sighhh.

Date: 2009-12-10 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
i mean really.
and i don't think he even knows.

Date: 2009-12-10 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] variantvortex.livejournal.com
Odd, I read this as George not seeing his wife anymore, like he put her in a nursing home but doesn't visit. I guess I'm just a callous bastard.

Date: 2009-12-10 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
I GUESS YOU ARE

Date: 2009-12-10 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] piedpiper.livejournal.com
sobbing, sobbing, sobbing

YOUR JOURN IS MY SOURCE FOR TEARS AND PRETTIEST-NESS

Date: 2009-12-10 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
i am such a sad sack tear factory

if only i could harness the power of tears!

Date: 2009-12-10 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3g0.livejournal.com
Ugh god. Poor George. Poor YOU for George's sad story. I'd be a mess in there, this is absolute brilliant cannon fodder for a book.

Date: 2009-12-10 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
weekly i have to hobble off to mop up my face! i love this job!

Date: 2009-12-10 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clsisold.livejournal.com
Earlier this year I was in a hardware store stocking up on things to keep the house warm, walking ahead of me was a couple that appeared to be in their 80s, the man was using a walker. When his wife dropped a glove he with a some difficulty and balancing heavily on his walker bent over and picked it up. Giving her the glove he said "I wouldn't want your pretty little hands getting cold" and she kissed him on the cheek and said "You take such good care of me" I reacted to George the same way I did to the old couple but luckily this time I was at home and didn't have to bury hide my face behind a pamphlet understand insulation's R value (the nearest thing available).

Date: 2009-12-10 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
this story destroys me THANK YOU.

Date: 2009-12-10 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] danadanger.livejournal.com
yep, tears.

Date: 2009-12-10 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
i know how to party

Date: 2009-12-11 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] softanimal.livejournal.com
tears all over my keyboard.

Date: 2009-12-11 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
aw pumpkin.
i need to get one of those thingies.

Date: 2009-12-11 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aedariamti.livejournal.com
that is the most romantic thing I have heard in a long time.

Date: 2009-12-11 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crashing-buses.livejournal.com
From an article I read years ago that I still think about-


(...) As his memory began to fail, my father continued to believe that the world was something he could understand, if only he tried enough. When my parents moved from the house they had lived in for more than 40 years, my father had trouble remembering where he was in his new surroundings. Over and over, he confronted my mother and asked his one question: "Where are we now?"

My mother answered patiently the first dozen or so times. But as the day wore on, her answers took on a sarcastic edge. "Where do you think you are?" she'd ask, turning away from my father's beseeching gaze.

My father would twist his fingers together, something he'd done all his life in nervous moments. By then, my mother was feeling remorse. "Oh Ted," she'd say. My father would look down at the floor, like a small boy who knows he's just escaped major trouble.

"I was just wondering," he'd mumble.

On one of my last visits home, I saw that my mother had taped a series of signs around their condominium to help him remember his keys, and to brush his teeth. But the sign that held my father's attention, and mine, was printed in large, neat capital letters and taped securely to the front of the fridge.

THIS IS OUR HOME WE LIVE HERE NOW

Date: 2009-12-11 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
so human and upsetting and grievous, how frustrated we can be w those suffering frm alzheimers.
this makes me remember how my great-grandfather was unable to recognize me or his own daughter, my grandmother, when we visited in the nursing home. it was so formidable. i grew up so much in that moment.

oh girl, never NEVER see the movie Iris.
it will rip yr heart out and stomp on it, and then shoot it and stab it and then kick it in the mud.

Date: 2009-12-11 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] disorganization.livejournal.com
yep, me too. crying crying crying!

i miss you

Date: 2009-12-11 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
hey lettle pretty one! come let me rock you in mah lovin arms.

Date: 2009-12-11 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] debic.livejournal.com
That was the sort of thing that country songs are made of.

Bless that heart of George!

Date: 2009-12-11 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
makes me wanna put on some tight wranglers and LINE DANCE

Date: 2009-12-11 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] definitiv.livejournal.com
I like living because I'm collecting memories along the way. My heart goes out to the poor lady :( this is one of the things I fear more than blindness.

Date: 2009-12-11 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flightviolation.livejournal.com
i relate.
i'm a habitual chronicler.
this fear is partially why i write so much down. nursing home reading material.

good to see you again, mr.
From: [identity profile] definitiv.livejournal.com
Don't say that!!! I wish everyone in the world get to keep their memories, for better or worse. Good to see you again too, hugs!

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