Both Walked In Harmony; Both Walked In Pain

Both Walked In Harmony; Both Walked In Pain...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

The photo above is of Skip and 'his Big Boy', named Kissy.  I put this photo here for some very special people to see... you know who you are... just recently we 'met'... Welcome to my world ... my precious Husband, Skip, and one of our Precious Pups.  Looking at this photo... my Heart, my lips smile... tears come to my eyes... the Love in my Heart could never be put into words......... for my world.

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The man looked sick.  His face was red, flushed... he looked as if he had a fever.  He seemed to have a problem with his balance; one of knees appeared to be swollen.  This was a good place to come if one was sick.  You could tell he didn't feel well at all.

By his side, a woman walked... her right hand holding her right side.  One could tell she hurt... she was in pain.  Husband and wife... both walked in harmony; both walked in pain. Each reflected the other... each mirror full of pain.

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.... the 'old woman'........... (only for right now!  :)))))))))))

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Listening to both of them, one got the impression that they were embarrassed to have so much wrong with them... all at the same time.  So much so, they were laughing at themselves... joking about this is how it would be when they got 'old'.

This was one time neither could go out in public... not able to hide the pain from anyone who happened to look.  They hoped no one was looking.  They were very private people... they had no one else but, each other.

They only shared something so personal with each other... so, when they had to leave the house like this... they did feel embarrassed; ashamed that they brought their pain 'out into the world'.

The day before, they went to a small Chinese restaurant to eat lunch.  The wife got out of the truck to walk in with her husband.  When she did, she felt the most excruciating pain in her right side.

She stood there, tears rolled down her cheeks from such pain.  She told her husband she had made a mistake, shouldn't have come... she hurt too bad to walk.  She... 'she' hurt too bad to walk!

She didn't want anyone to see her... 'walk old'.  Her husband told her to get back into the truck... he would drive her to the door.  She thought to herself... temporary, this is temporary... I'm not so old I can't walk.

He drove her to the door, she got out, went inside to wait... there was a family sitting at a booth close by.  They stared at her as they watched her try to hide her pain... She felt embarrassed, she couldn't stand up straight.  She felt humiliated.  She'd never felt like this before... she couldn't stand up straight.

Of course, she glanced at the family sitting there... she felt she owed them an explanation as to 'why' she walked that way.  The man and woman looked blankly at her... she smiled, said 'I have a pulled muscle'.

Neither acknowledged her... sat there chewing their food.  She thought to herself, 'I would have cared so much... I would have spoken a few words to be nice'.

Her husband parked the truck, walked through the parking lot, came inside.  He walked with a limp now; his right knee was 'killing'him.

They laughed at themselves.  The woman told her husband that it was funny... here, she was moaning, groaning, her right side hurt where she'd pulled a muscle... there he was, very sick... now, his knee was hurting.

She said it was funny because this is how they'd look when one day they became 'old'.  They were walking like 'old' people..... they both walked in harmony... they both walked in pain.