Letters to Mr. Right: Letter # 19

“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..” ~ Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Dear Mr. Right,

Last week I saw a couple walk into a restaurant.  He shuffled ahead to open the door, she slowly entered pushing a silver walker.  His hair was gone, hers was grey.  He gently put his hand on her back and he pulled out her chair when she sat down.  He took his hat off at the table and stood when she got up to use the restroom.  She wore a flowered skirt and shoes with elastic straps and called the waiter "sonny."  They shared a slice of pie.  Apple, I suspect.

And he took her wrinkled hand in his and they sat.  Together.  Without needing to speak a word.

Photo by me - Uncle Tom - 2011

I'll take that in 50 years.  Or sooner.

Waiting for that day,

Me