Mo Anam Cara

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Love and passion is the source of our finest moments.

I went to visit my sister at work the other night. She wears many hats at her job, one of which is Passport Agent. I arrived early for her lunch break so I sat in the room with the patrons. There was an elderly man who my sister was helping apply for his passport.
His story was touching. While my sister was going over his application he began explaining why he was trying so hard to get this finished at his age.  His white head bowed a bit a smile spreading across his lined face. He was eighty-nine years old and believed that he might seem foolish to people so young, but he was going through this for his wife.
They had been married for over sixty years. Years he described as glorious and filled with such joy. I couldn’t help but smile watching his features soften recalling his wife. The love was written in everything he did. From the photo he clutched in his hand, to his kind smile, and his far away eyes.
My sister exchanged looks with me as his thumb ran over the photo of his wife, her long hair gray and eyes bright. She tried to assure the man that no one thought he was foolish, but he didn’t hear her.
You see his wife, whom he had spent most of his adult life with, had died last year. It wasn’t a World War or a natural disaster that had managed to separate them, but cancer. He stayed by her side, holding her hand as she fought. He couldn’t help but think about their younger years as they sat in the hospital. They were travelers. They had been all over the world together, once a year as an anniversary.
And now, he needed to renew his passport to honor his wife. He was going back to all those places they visited together and imagine her there with him. He was going to stand on top of the Eifel Tower and hold out his hand like he use to and imagine her there with him still. Remember their amazing life together.
How amazing it is that love can grow like it did for them. That love can keep you going. His wife was his mo anam cara (Irish for soul mate), I think what they had was beautiful and I just thought I’d share it with you.


Submitted: March 22, 2010

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Rayish

*hugs*

Mon, March 22nd, 2010 9:22pm

Donna Cavanagh

That is a beautiful story. Sometimes people think that because people grow old together, there isn't as much sadness when one dies. But when you are left alone at an old age, there is no meeting someone new or finding a new companion, so the hurt is intense. How beautifully you told this story! Donna :)

Fri, March 26th, 2010 5:19pm

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