The worn hands that worked and froze and sweated for hours beyond imagining.
The 62 year old wedding band. Solid gold. Won’t be broken.
The pictures and people he points at and says of almost every face “gone.”
The pretty little lady in that ancient photo. She pipes up “I made that dress.”
Why I should spend more time with these people: they know life. Real life. They’re not worried about too much except that the cheese knife MUST go on the table with the cheese.
After 80 years, they don’t keep too much. So what they do keep: pay close attention.
The word. And close to heart.
Each other. Until death do them part.
And they keep going. Running the race before them. Looking to Jesus. The founder and perfecter of our faith.
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