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Please read the story at the link below.
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| Marriage: Caldwell and his wife spent nearly 56 years together and he has found comfort in his daily routine since she passed away |
Link: Strangers shovel snow so that an 82-year-old man can deliver a daisy to the bench dedicated his wife of 56-years
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| Love: Bud Caldwell, 82, has been taking daisies and a few pennies to a bench in Wisconsin every day for the past two years to honor his late wife |
Did he give his wife flowers while she was living? I'd like to think that he did.
Good advice for life — something that Cubed, a blog friend of mine emailed to me the sudden loss of her husband of many years:
"Cherish your beloveds."
I thought I heard my name, but, thank goodness, I misheard. My beloved husband of 32 years is still the light of my life and we're looking forward to our 34th Valentine's Day.
ReplyDeleteHope you and Mr. AOW have a special day together.
Cube,
DeleteMr. AOW will have a quiet dinner here at home. Too horribly cold to venture out the next several days. Maybe it will warm up for my birthday on the 24th.
This year, Mr. AOW and will celebrate our 44th Valentine's Day together.
DeleteYou guys make us feel like like youngsters... Go go guys!
Delete...for they are more than memories!
ReplyDeleteFJ,
DeleteWhat a wonderful video!
Thank you.
Who will worship you the way I do?
DeleteIf "you" is the model photographed in that video, the answer is "lots, and lots, and LOTS, and LOTS of deprived souls who long for sensual beauty of extraordinarily high quality."
In other words "the whole world." ;-)
lovely sentiment AOW!!! Happy Valentines Day!! xoxox
ReplyDelete__ A MEMORIAL VALENTINE __
ReplyDelete__ Dedicated to Elizabeth Rowan __
a beloved high school English teacher
_______ fondly remembered _______
I wish I had kept track of Betty.
Her thoughts were never dull or petty.
Wry, good-natured, full of fun ––
The pen more deadly than the gun ––
The world a place of struggle and flight
Where ignorant armies clash by night ––
And Thackeray with his fun house glass
Reflecting many a horse's ass ––
And then O'Neill's Long Day's Journey
Nearly put me on a gurney!
She shared with us her pregnancy
Proud for all the world to see.
That baby must be getting old
It's story to us never told.
We never learned its name or sex,
Or if it learned to love or vex.
No matter. It was Mrs. Rowan
Who shaped the way my views have grown.
~ FreeThinke - 2/13/15
FT,
DeleteA nice bit of verse there. I may be prejudiced in favor of this poem because I'm a teacher -- as you know.
I wonder if my students say this about me: The pen more deadly than the gun.
That came from this little anonymous rhyme Betty wrote on the blackboard for us to contemplate one day when we were 14 or 15. You might want to try it out on your own students someday, AOW:
DeleteUp the crag in the screaming wind
Naked and bleeding I fought blind.
As I moved toward the Eye of the Sun,
Past the cromlech I found a gun.
Then, I strayed in the cities of men;
In the home of my love
I found a pen.
It certainly prompted a lively discussion in class that day, and in all the intervening decades I've never forgotten it.
My wife and I have been married for 48 years.
ReplyDeleteBut only 23 to each other. :)
CONGRATULATIONS, ED!
DeleteThis song might very well belong to you.
Love's more beautiful
The second time around
Far more wonderful
With both feet on the ground
It's that second time you hear
Your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love
Like youth, is wasted on the young
Love's more comfortable
The second time you fall
Like a friendly home
That welcomes when you call
Who can say
What brought us to
This miracle we have found
There are those who'd bet
Love comes but once, and yet
I'm oh-so glad we met
The second time around.
~ Jimmy Van Heusen & Sammy Cahn
Thanks man.
DeleteEd,
DeleteCongrats on getting it right!
It took me one divorce, one long relationship and 53 years to finally find the love of my life. I treasure her. Valentine's Day is also our anniversary.
ReplyDeleteBZ
Happy Anniversary, BZ!
DeleteJust learn how to say I Love You!
ReplyDeleteThat's about all you need to say.
Test.
ReplyDeleteAs I mentioned above, Mr. AOW and I are having a quiet dinner at home tonight -- courtesy of my Chinese client who gave us curry chicken (sweet curry).
ReplyDeleteIt's too cold and windy to want to venture outside. Record low temps here.
All I can say is CHERISH YOUR LOVED ONES. Every minute, even when they tick you off!! I've never particularly loved my poem below as much as others I've written, but when I wrote that line above, it came to mind. I pray that it helps someone:
ReplyDeleteNext time you’re angry
And feel you can’t stay
When you can’t take his face
For one more day
Picture him gone, and gone forever
Next time she yells
On your way out the door
And you know that you’ve had it
You can’t take anymore
Picture her gone, and gone forever
When you see him again
Give him a hug
that tells him you love him
And add your version of “you big lug...”
He isn’t gone......but that’s not forever
Walk in the door
That night after work
Bring her some flowers
Say you were a jerk
She isn’t gone....but that’s not forever
Z,
DeleteThank you.
Good advice, but I can't say that I've always handled marriage kerfluffles that well.
Thank God that Mr. AOW has always been very laid back. I'm a bit on the choleric side -- perhaps more than "a bit." I'm a natural redhead.
I used to say we'd have been divorced if Mr Z wasn't so amazingly nice and patient :-) Believe me, I get it, AOW!
DeleteI used to say we'd have been divorced if Mr Z wasn't so amazingly nice and patient :-) Believe me, I get it, AOW!
DeleteThat's very nice, Z, -- and very GOOD. The last line has real "punch" ties it all together perfectly. Thanks.
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