The Visits

As he finished up his visit, the old man struggled to get back up off bent knee. Time had ravaged his bones, but his memory was still strong. The long walk back to his old pickup truck was getting harder each time, but it was well worth the trouble.  

Sometimes the visit was rather short, but usually there was much to talk about. This visit was a longer one, thus the extra struggle to get upright.

There were decades of memories to talk about. Good memories, struggles, and golden moments of the past to talk about. Time seemed to move quicker and quicker as he aged, but the memories were still strong, even long years later, and the emotions still tugged on his heart.

This time the discussion centered on the early years, the fun times of youth, the magic of not knowing what the future held. Time talking about how wonderful things had turned out, the fun times had, and the wonders of life experienced. Those times may be long past, but they were a joy to reminisce about.

As the old man finally made his way to his old truck, a tear flowed down his cheek and the emotions of a lost love came bellowing up. This visit was over, but there would be more, as he will never forget his lost love and soul mate that left his life too soon.