Oh, You Beautiful Doll

The other day I was visiting one of my friends who now resides in a nursing home.  We sat and visited for a while outside, enjoying a lovely summer's day together.  When we went back inside the fun began.

On the way to her room we passed through a group of elderly gentlemen who were sitting and visiting and telling elderly guy stories.  As we approached one of the men said, "There she is!" and reached for my friend's hand.  She gave his hand a warm squeeze.  Another of the gentlemen said to my friend, "I'm not even going to ask you how you are because you're always wonderful."

A third joined the conversation as we passed and said, "She feels wonderful because she was looking at me," to which a fourth replied, "No she wasn't.  She was looking at me!"  In all the years I've been volunteering at this facility I have never witnessed such a genuine and warm outpouring of admiration for true beauty.

"You have quite a fan club," I whispered into her ear.  She smiled her lovely smile.  Did I mention that my friend was in a wheelchair and is 100 years old.  I guess beauty and charm know no boundaries.  So much for the myth of youth and beauty.