When I was in highschool we had a required amount of community service to complete before graduation. Part of mine was to go to the homes of some elderly couples who had a hard time doing certain chores around the house, cooking, etc.
The third time I did this I told to go to a home in a somewhat run down part of the city. It took me almost two hours to find this house, it had to driveway so I parked a couple blocks down. This little home was nothing more than a glorified cabin, like it was there before the city was. Crooked shutters, vines on the chain link gate, brown patches on the tiny lawn from whatever old and decrepit house pet that lived there, whether it was the couples pet or it was just a stray I don’t know, I didn’t want to ask.
I knocked on the door for almost ten minutes before anyone came to the door, they had six locks. Both of them greeted me at the door, they probably didn’t get many visitors. The old man, his name was Luc, he was skinny and slumped over, droopy, is a good term, but you could tell that when he was young he was fit and rugged, like the soldiers you saw on propaganda posters from WWI. He smiled at me and introduced himself.
The old woman, Suzan, she was small, for some reason I noticed her ankles were turned in, and her toes pointed down and she was a little wobbly, like an antique flapper. She was surprised to see me, and asked my name twice.
I spoke with them for a while together, Luc held Suzan’s hand the whole time, the conversation was painfully slow and repetitive. Luc then took me into the kitchen while his wife wondered into the den. He was a smart man, the years treated him well, but not his love. Suzan had Alzheimer’s, as I had thought, he said to make some nose every five or ten minutes if I’m in a different room than her, she may forget I was there and get startled otherwise.
He told me where I could help, shook my hand, thanked me, and then went into the Den with his wife. Then it happened.
She was on a sofa chair on the right side of the room, he knelt down next to her, which didn’t look comfortable I thought. He held her hand, kissed it, and said “I love you.”
She looked at him and said “I love you too.”
For the first time in my life I saw that nothing can destroy love. I went outside to smoke a cigarette and shed a tear.