An Old Man with Memories

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A section of a story I'm working on. How a unexpected meeting leads to true love. Or something like it.

Submitted: December 24, 2017

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Submitted: December 24, 2017



When I look back on my life, I remember laughter. A lot of laughter. The other thing that comes to mind is a lot of unexpected moments. The unexplainable insurance. Belief of things that happen for a reason. I'm sure there is a much better way to explain it, but I cannot find it.

My name is Maxwell Varnet. I am 75 years old and I am on my deathbed. Stage 4 Cancer. Pancreatic. Game over. The best summation of diagnosis of that severity. I have lived a long life and feel like I have done what I could with the life I have had.

With the time I have left I wanted to share some stories of my life.

One I really remember is when I met my wife Della.

I married later in life. The concept of marriage was one that I had never understood. Wanting to establish myself in the world before I wanted to work on my personal life. I waited until the age of 55 to marry. But when I did, I knew she was the one for me.

Della McCall was a blonde haired queen of Portland Oregon. She was a former athlete, ran marathons and was a successful businesswoman. Running a string of successful print shops. Intelligence and Beauty and downright perfection. I wished I had found her at 25, but the fact that I had found her at all was the most important one.

She was with a couple of her friends. It was the middle of July. The week was in the middle of the strongest triple digit heatwave. I was a manager of a grocery store at the time. It was my lunchbreak and I walked the two blocks from my store to Arbys.

I can still feel sweat pouring from my body. The pain in my feet wearing the loafers and I can remember the color of the suit I was wearing. Khaki.

I had rolled my sleeves up and reached for my wallet. After I placed my order, I made it to a booth. Sitting there watching the most beautiful woman I had seen. She was wearing her business outfit. As she was eating, I couldn't help but be in complete awe of her. Every movement was precise, it was strong and right.

I was in love.

With all the drugs I am on my mind is going loopy. I do not remember the words we said to eachother that day. I have tried to cling to them but at this stage of life weakness takes the place of strength.

I do remember the kiss though. Oh how I remember that kiss. How she leaned into me. Her arms wrapped around me and the current I felt through me. In that moment I knew what heaven was.

Della was my heaven.

I am feeling sleepy now. Perhaps if I wake up tomorrow, I will share more.

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