Trashionista's blog: "Rambling's of REL"

...we sat for dinner and next to us was an elderly couple. Maybe in their 80's. They were so sweet and I kept looking over at the woman. She was very small in stature. She was wearing blue trousers and a blue and white striped blouse. Her white hair was curled and she had gold earrings on. Her paper thin skin on her slender hands daintily picked at her food. She kept fussing w/ the gold bracelet on her left wrist. It was so cute how she would huff and puff everytime it would get in her way. Her feet barely reaching the floor. They dangled the way a child's would at the dinner table. At one point she caught me looking at her and she smiled. I didn't look away and I smiled back and said "hello". I then turned back to my food and I felt a tear start sliding down my cheek. I quickly caught it and wiped it away before anyone noticed. Why was I crying? The woman reminded me of my grandmother. So small, so fragile yet strong in her resolve and a personality to match. A flood of sadness and longing washed over me and made it difficult to swallow my meal. I kept sneaking glances at her and kept fighting the urge to crawl into a ball and weep. You would think after 6 years I wouldn't miss her this badly. This pain will never cease. REL