A Threesome-not

My mother and father were both in their seventies, living alone

in their own home and, fortunately, reasonably self-sufficient.

Of course, they were dealing with some seniors’ ailments, as

most elderly do.

They did their best to show their ability to

independently care for themselves, financially, healthy living

and social contacts. Fortunately, my mother had two sisters

living near-by that provided them with a wonderful social

network of love and friendship.

My father was pushing seventy-

six and was as handsome as they come, 6’1”, lean and very

healthy in appearance and very sharp of mind.

My mother was

a lovely 5’1” petite lady with the ability to garner attention

from all, just by walking into a room, as she was interested in

everyone and listened and my father did as well, treating all

with his interest in them; they were the perfect couple.

It was my custom and was much appreciated by my parents, as

I was the only child that lived in the state; my three siblings in

different states. Thus, I spent a few hours visiting with them

mid-week as I headed home from my office in Seattle; myself

looking forward to the visit with them and sharing a glass of

wine with them on Saturdays, spending a few hours in the

morning helping to do some heavier chores for them. Most

often, they would prefer that I visit with them in-lieu of chores,

as sometimes they just wanted conversation and to belong;

many times, each of them attempting to get the most attention.

This was something I was used to and knew how to

lovingly handle it, after all, I loved them to pieces.

On a very memorable Wednesday evening about 5:00 PM, I

stopped by their home as usual and headed for the front door.

As usual, I knocked, although I did have a key, but I felt it only

right to knock and let them come to the door and let me in. This

day, I knocked on the door and patiently waited for them but

they did not come to let me in. I thought that perhaps they

were napping.

Still concerned, I quietly opened the front door

and softly announced a ‘hello’, again, nothing. Finally, I headed

for their kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks, as a most

beautiful event was taking place. I just stood there looking

beyond the kitchen through the dining room and outside to

their patio. There they sat, just the two of them, looking

lovingly at each other, talking softly and the radiance of love

was everywhere.

I chose to witness this beautiful experience

for a minute or so and quietly walked back the way I came in

and left. I just could not disturb this wonderful and intimate

event; a memory I truly treasure, for within the year my mother

passed away. My father was lonely the rest of his life without

the love of his life.

I again came on Saturday, and fortunately, there was no

mention of my not showing up the previous Wednesday.

With Love,

Their Son.