Kindred spirits

via Daily Prompt: Radiant

There is a certain joy that comes from some memorable interactions.  The word prompt ignited a memory, so I’ll share with you.

Familiar with my circumstances I was told about her, a widow in the neighbourhood, so I visited.  Respective losses presumed to be common ground.  She was distant with others.  No one was allowed in the space she was in.

The carer raised her eyebrows in frustration and left the room.  I walked in.  I found her seated with her back to the window where sunlight streamed in.  The priest had told her to expect my visit.  She stared at the wall ahead of her, but responded to my greeting without looking at me.  I was honest with her.  Told her I was advised to see her because maybe we had things in common we could talk about.  She heard the ethnicity and the relative youth in my voice, turned around and gave me a baleful look silently.  When she spoke, she was haughty, with an Australian accent, rarely heard these days.  We could not have been more different.  Yet, I felt an instant connection, warm as an embrace.

Over the weeks that followed, I told her about my travels.  About the time …

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She was visiting town and was returning to her son’s care.  At our last visit she looked brighter.  I thought she was glad to be leaving the city.  But no.  She asked me to give her the handbag that was out of reach.  She pulled out her iPhone.  Yes, iPhone!  She’s 80 plus!  She flicked through the photographs deftly and showed me one of a beautiful young woman in a wedding dress.  The style was post war.  She tells me it would have been their wedding anniversary that day.  They had 62 years together when he died.  He was the only man she had ever known. His work took him around the State, like me.  She was familiar with the towns we had talked about.  My journey, hers.

Her eyes welled up.  It took her by surprise.  She smiled and said softly, “he was my world”.  I told her he must have loved her deeply, because he left the world behind for her.

Her smile was radiant.  She knew exactly what I meant.  She cupped my face in her hands and said, “We are kindred spirits.  I may be losing my memory but I will never forget you”.

My prayer each morning is a simple one.  Lord, show me something beautiful to photograph, so I can share it with others.  I wished her goodbye and left with the knowledge, prayers never go unanswered.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Kindred spirits”

    1. oh my goodness! I was teary too when writing it. Her presence, so vivid. I attended a writer’s workshop last year and every time I shared my work, folks cried! Not sure if it is a good thing or not!

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