The last time we visited, I told you about our Valentine’s Day dinner/dance. Dinner was real good especially the red velvet cake. There was a fine group playing some of our favorite songs. I kicked up my heels – well, not quite heels – but my dance card was full all night. All the ladies were given a red rose while the men were given a box of chocolate hearts. Bubba gave me his box. I think he’s smitten with me. No brag just fact.

Did I tell ya’ll about Bubba before? Lord knows I can’t recall yesterdays lunch.

He’s a nice ol’ country boy from my neck of the woods. His names Robert but he likes us to call him Bubba. A really big burly boy with the heart of a lamb. We kicked up some dust on the dance floor with a 2 step. By 10:00 p.m., I was ready to get to my assisted living place and get me some sleep.

The next mornin’ the mild weather was calling me to walk around the lake. I reached my little spot with the wooden bench overlookin’ the swans. It was real pleasant watchin’ them glide on the water.

Mary Lou and her daughter, Mae Lou, came by a while later. She a good girl to Mary Lou. Bless her heart. She’d been traveling through Asia and hadn’t seen her Daddy, Dr.Wong Cho and her mother for quite some time. She started telling us a heartbreaking story that urged her to visit her mother and daddy. Thank you, Mae Lou, for letting me write this here story for the folks who come and visit with Mabel. Bless your heart.

If you read this and have parents …. be kind to them.
If you read this and don’t have parents alive …. praise them.
If you read this and you’re heart isn’t touched …. reexamine your humaneness.

Lord knows none of us want to be a burden to anyone.

Our bodies defy us into people we never believed we’d ever be.

Love us just the same.

Be the candle of love and light that shines in the hearts of those you call mother and daddy.
Live Life, Mabel
2015©isadoradelavega

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The Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four-year-old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his steps faltered.

The family always ate together at the table. But, the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult.                                                                                                                                                                          Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the messes.
‘We must do something about father,’ said the son.
‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner of the dining room.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner together.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two his food was, now, served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction; sometimes, he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.

Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making?’
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, ‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ‘Then, the four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then, tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

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To All Of Your Friends and Everyone You Love!

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***** Mabel is a character I’ve developed for the purpose of writing about life

with a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor from a seniors citizens point of view.

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