If we could talk again…
I’d tell you how much I enjoyed your company on our daily rides. I’d make the robot noises you enjoyed so much…I’d revel in your laugh, bathe in the joy you radiated as you howled with laughter as I pretended to be a …. how did you say it – “wobot?” I’d bring you snacks, and watch as you scrambled to hide them, so your staff wouldn’t find them, planning to feast on them once you were alone. I’d take your frail hand and arm and guide you down out of the bus, and walk you to your front door, and say goodnight. So many days, weeks, months of rides, and you, dearest Patty…you stole my heart, and I didn’t realize it until today. It was damn good to see you again, love. It was so good. Take care, walk with angels, sweetheart.
Chip
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This made me smile.
I remember taking care of an older lady years ago. She’d beat me at bowling and we’d go out for ice cream and sit in the park, or go on drives and sing johnny cash… I’d love nothing more than to visit her again. We became friends in a sense. I don’t think she’d remember me, either, though.
Even when the role feels small, you grow close and realize how important you were to another person. Give or take. I’m sure the lady I worked with would still call me by the wrong name, even though she couldn’t help it xD At least I’m a part of her perception (a bunch of friendly faces that keeps her smiling.) Patty obviously sees you as that at least ?
I don’t know what Patty felt or remembered, but she smiled and we talked, and it was just…good. Like you said, you realize that you were important to them, and they to you, and for a few moments life is good! Thanks for your reply.