Sunny Skyz – A man who recently lost his wife wrote a letter to a hairdresser to thank her for “one of the best moments of her life”.
Sara shared the letter that was written to her by “a grateful customer”. The widower wanted to make sure Sara knew the difference she made in their lives — even though it may have been just another haircut to her during her busy day.
It’s the little things.
Go here to read the letter.
Bless this man for being able to see that the little things do matter in life. It’s those powerful and salient little things that we forget have meaning.
Hey C you hit a nerve on this one, my mom died of complications ‘related’ at the age of 94, about four years ago.
The letter was real, is has creases or folds. That man folded it up and gave it to Sara in an envelope, I am positive of that.
That is a GREAT person, a husband and a man, maybe a father, that has compassion and dedication.
“And in the end? The love you take, is equal to the love you make’ – Lennon and McCartney
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12R4FzIhdoQ
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Ghost
Thanks, Claudia, for sharing happy and heart-warming news bits like this. We need it today.
Somebody is cutting onions again. Beautiful letter.
What a sweetheart of a guy he is. I bet he misses his wife something terrible.
“Are you going to be in my dreams….ta night?”
Start Ringo drums.
Many have similar stories as yours.
Thanks Ghost.
It takes an uncommonly good man to recognize the value of an otherwise small personal service and to express his thanks in such a lovely and thoughtful way.
I wish it were more common that people would think about the people we meet and deal with in passing.
It’s a failing on my part that I don’t do this often enough even after seeing the appreciation I sometimes get from strangers when I’ve thanked them in a NON-perfunctory way for a thoughtful service. I’ll try to do better.
Thanks Claudia!
My Mom is 99 and will be 100 on September first. She has advancing dementia, but is still fairly healthy and has a positive attitude. We cared for her ourselves until she was past our ability to do it. Due to the CCP virus panic she is trapped in a nursing home and her family can’t visit, but they have set up daily Face-time sessions for family members. It’s not perfect, but better than her being trapped all alone. I swear, if this lock-down isn’t over by her birthday I’m going to break in and take her out. First thing I’m going to do is take her to her old hairdresser for a perm, then to the ice cream parlor for a sunday!
Jethro we are rooting for your mom! I cannot imagine your circumstances with this Whuflu.
I do have an aunt that is 94 and lucid in a nursing home in my area, they are suppose to be opening for visitation on limited number of visitees, so good luck my friend.
This kinda reminds me of the fishing scene in Cuckoos Nest? Please no one, take offense but it was hilarious!
I know, being ‘nuts’ is different from ‘going crazy’. Or back to the state of a child and that is what dementia is.
@H Prim – your point is understood, at least in that the guys on the fishing boat were in their last glory, so to say I think, lucid but not lucid.
We should treat people in the last stages of their life the same. With compassion as IF they are LIVING.
If anything, life comes back at ya, and does circle back, IF you get old enough. I’ve seen it, in my own mom.
I try not to be scared of it, just try to be somewhat prepared for it and learn from it.
Reality BITES and sucks at the SAME time.
Jethro – You go guy! Break her out or you break in! I’ve had enough of this lockdown. No one wants to die alone but that is the control they are exercising right now. It’s obvious!
I had a friend whose father and his brother escaped their nursing home and stole a car for two days. We couldn’t stop laughing and hoped they did a Thelma and Louise.
Take control into your own hands when you know those controlling are no good!
God Bless us all!
My mother suffered terribly from dementia before she died but when I visited, I always made it a point to take her to get her hair and nails done. Most of her mind was already gone, but a part of her still enjoyed being girly and it showed.
My dad suffered for 4 years with dementia. His one joy, even while suffereing, was to sing. The staff at the nursing home just loved him, so they made sure he had some type of sing-along every day. I loved those people in turn.