he's tall, slightly hunched over. not because he studied too hard or cared too little. his age is worn graciously, it has delayed. not because of resistance, but because he has kept his mind sharp. his white shoes and ironed slacks are so clean. he sighes, sorry for the state of his beloved country. he fought for her. his sacrifice meant something to him. he worries because his grandchildren and great grandchildren don't realize what is ahead for them. family stabalized him. he never flew or sailed again, and he traded in his hudson for a stationwagon. he saw the world as he travelled through it. he built memory after memory. he laughs, his face grows red. he holds her hand. fifty-eight years of marriage. so sweet. everlasting love never ends. he has a quivering voice and a strong conviction. he is an old crumbling wall, a supporting structure standing on a sure foundation. life is fleeting. love is forever. he is steadfast in God, faithful. dying in body, but ever stronger in spirit. he is tired, unstable, sharp, and still handsome. death cannot hinder, it cannot hold back. he does not resist it because it cannot defeat a man after God's own heart.
i love you :)
