Remembering Squared

As you know I drive almost 100 kilometers a day transporting the residence seniors  to and from appointments or shopping/leisure trips.  Every day brings different observations and feelings.  Every person that sits in the van or the bus reveals something about himself or herself in a very profound way.

Today (past tense) was no different with one exception that stood out and really brought things to a new perspective for me. 

Mr R’s son booked the bus earlier this week for today at 11:00 to take his Dad out.  I made myself and the bus available and we made our way.  After dropping Ms T off downtown we proceeded to the Fairview Lawn cemetery and entered from Windsor Street.  Mr R Jr directed me around the cemetery to the back section so the side of the bus where Mr R Sr could look out of was facing the stone of his beloved wife.

I walked up to the stone to point it out to him and his son came with me.  We talked about the family loss (2002) and the son obviously appreciated the time to remember his mom.  We both looked towards the bus and there looking with tears in his eyes and his head down was Mr R Sr remembering his wife.

Mr R Jr is a very serious business-like man when we are on medical visits and the like, but today he was a softer appreciative gentleman who truly was thankful for the opportunity to let his Dad visit his Mom on the anniversary of her death.  (Mr R Sr passed away not long after this entry)

May God Bless them!!!!  He sure blessed me today!