A Little Piece of Good

Some days are just naturally crappy. And no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get out of your own way, and to find a little piece of good in everything...well sometimes you just need to embrace the sucky-ness of how you're feeling and allow it to happen.  Not all days have to be GREAT days.  But I'm thankful for the opportunity to have ones like this, because it means I'm very much alive.

There's this link being passed around on social media sites about a 96 year old man who entered a song writing contest and they ended up picking him and making his song - which he wrote about his wife of 75 (!!) years (she had recently passed away).  I'm not going to post it here, google it if you don't know what I'm talking about (and if you're my fb friend, I already posted it there...).  I've been seeing this story go around for a few days now, and I finally broke down and watched it tonight.  And yes, I totally cried. What a truly amazing gift.

I'm sure in Fred and Lorraine's 75 years, life wasn't always sunshine and flowers.  I bet they had some memorable blowouts that years later would either make them mad or laugh.  I know not a thing about these two people, except that he wrote a song about her, and a generous company decided to record it.  To be honest, I don't really want to know more about them.  Yet that simple song, the quiet words....touched me.  It was love.

I'm still in a crappy mood.  Tomorrow's a new day.  But I feel like I found that little piece of good for the night.  He loved her.  For 75 years, he loved her.  He said so.  And I believe him.  I believe in Fred.  And I believe in love.

Lorraine, thanks for allowing Fred to love you so deeply.
And Fred, thank you for sharing that love.
We should all be that lucky.