If you've ever been out w/ me, you'll find out fast that I'm a very personable individual. I'll talk to anyone, and make friends w/ everyone. If you meet me and don't like me, you have no soul. Flat out. Lol. I got it honest, my mom is the same way.
A couple of months ago, back in March to exact, my grandfather was sick so my mom came over to check out what was going on w/ him in the hospital. While she was there, she met and older gentleman, they exchanged numbers, and he told her to call whenever she was coming over for a visit...
My aunt, my mom, my uncle and I decided to go off on an adventure, first we went to the Ribs & Soul fest, next we went to visit the guy.
First off, he had a beautiful house. Immaculate landscape, and I was just put together well. When we walked into the living room, he had a plethora of oil paintings, sketches and drawings all of different subjects. Some of a family, butterflies, Jesus, cathedrals in Italy; I was in awe.
Upon some q&a sessions, I found out that he and his wife painted all of the paintings. There was one, the profile of a woman, that I was the most fascinated w/. He informed me that it was a portrait of his wife from whn they first met. She died a couple of years ago from cancer, but you could see that her presence was everywhere w/in the home. Paintings of her, paintings by her, it was everywhere.
After I left, I was touched. I just thought about the amount of love that was probably shared between them. The adoration he still holds for her. He loved her enough to capture the essence and air of when they first met, and created something everlasting. The whole house had mementos and souvenirs of the life that they lived...together. I got choked up thinking about it. I only hope that I'll have that one day. Call me emo...but the thought of everlasting love gets me going...
Until next time...
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