He kept on going out to buy the meals for his wife, and every time he'd come home, he would get the reality that's too harsh for him to handle: that his wife's, already, gone…translated…
The days of work of a police officer, are filled with an assortment of, encounters. But on this, very, day, I'd bumped into something small, and was moved, deeply by it.
That afternoon, I was at the substation, received a call from a local buffet, said, that there was an elderly person who'd eaten, and refused to pay for what he had on his, plate. As I arrived, I saw that elderly man, with the blank look on his face, head of white hair, with an empty wallet in his, hands, with that questioning look in his, eyes, I'd guessed, that he may be, demented.
I'd decided, to pay for his meal. But, the elderly man seemed to want another serving for his wife who's, at home, so I'd, bought him, another serving of foods.
I'd, escorted him home, soon as we entered into his place, there were, the stacked up, rancid boxed meals on the table, and, inside that empty house, there was only, him. "Uncle, where is, your, wife?", he'd looked around awhile, like he was, searching for her, but immediately, grim came over his, face, he'd stated, sorrowfully, "oh, I'm, so sorry, I'd forgotten, she'd died…many, years now." the elderly's eyes turned, red, his voices, shaky, "now as I saws her photograph, her things, I'd always thought that she was, still, alive. Until when I sat down for my meals, then I'd gotten, reminded, that she's, already, gone."
There was a mixture of feelings inside of me right then and there, it's as if, I was, looking at the internal goings on of the elderly's, mind then: he'd expected to share the goings on of his own wife every single day, when he'd brought the packed meals home, and seen those, packed meal boxes that hadn't been, touched, then, that was when the realization hit him, painfully, that his wife is, already, dead, that she only, existed in his, heart.
As I'd returned back to the office, I sat on the front desk in silence, thought of the love, the losses, and regrets of a, lifetime. Although that elderly man's memories are, fading slowly, but his love for his wife, the depth of love he had for her, is more real, than, everything, else he knew.
And so, this, is a sad, sad story, how this man, had forgotten that his wife's been gone, and he'd still gone out to buy the meals for them both, and, imagine everyday like this, you go out, excitedly, thinking of the things that your loved ones liked to eat, and you buy it, bring it back home, and, get that, reality check of her/him, being, already, gone…this is, too difficult to handle.
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