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By Kevin Moore
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Sitting in the corner, in a brown fabric chair, was a frail old lady. Her peppered colored hair was perfectly in place. Cheeks patted with an ever so soft pink pigmented blush. Lips covered with a shade of darkened red.
“Come in,” the lady said. Waving her arm in the pleasant aroma filled room.
“Hi! I’m Weepy!” I exclaimed. Stretching my hand out to greet her. My big firm hand engulfed her fragile vein lined hand.
“You are a big clown!” she exclaimed. Widening her eyelids. Exposing her hazel eyes.
“Yes I am,” I replied. We are here as a clown ministry to spread some joy and laughter.
“Oh, yes, my dear. We have been expecting you.” Gesturing to the seat next to her. “Please sit down. Share some of your joy and laughter with me.” Chuckling, she eased back in the chair.
“My name is Olga. I’m eighty-four years old.” A confident smile broke through the wrinkles.
“Wow! I thought Cher had turned back time! I didn’t think you were a day over thirty-nine.”
Grabbing her chest in laughter, “Oh, honey! Even Cher doesn't have that much sand in her hourglass.” Laughter continued to fill the small room and echoed down the halls.
“Can you tell me a little about yourself, Olga?” I crossed my legs and made myself comfortable in the black plastic chair.
“Well, I’m a widow of ten years. My husband passed away in our beloved home. He was a wonderful, handsome man.” Looking towards the ceiling, she reminisced upon her cherished memories.
“We were high school sweet-hearts. However, times were different back then. We didn’t date like teenagers today. We courted. Men were gentlemen, and ladies were very classy. We never went out alone together. Either our parents chaperoned, or we went in groups.” Olga adjusted herself in her seat.
“I recall our first official date.” Forming quotation marks in the air.
“Oh, I’ll never forget that day. It was filled with such bliss.” Olga’s, expression somehow seemed to brighten the room.
“Stanley, picked me up in his dad’s 1928, red Ford Model A. He was dressed in a wool double-breasted grey suit. He looked so handsome.” A twinkle flashed in Olga’s, hazel eyes.
“He was twenty, and I was eighteen. We had been courting for two years. Stanley, had asked my parent's permission to take me to the local movie theater. We saw The Kiss. It was a movie about love, drama and murder. It was quite ironic we ended up choosing that movie, because that was our first kiss. I often wondered if Stanley, had that planned all along. He was sly like that.”
Taking a sip from her black coffee from the stand next to her, she cleared her throat.
“My love died ten years ago. A piece of me died with him that day.” Pulling a white cotton handkerchief from her light pink cardigan sleeve, she patted her tear-filled eyes.
Leaning forward, I gently placed my hand on her knee. “I am so sorry for your loss Olga. I can’t imagine the pain you must have experienced.”
“You see Weepy, I lost not only my husband. No, Stanley, was so much more. He was my best-friend, my mechanic, my handy-man, my provider, and my lover. He truly was my everything.” Tears were now flooding down her cheeks as she hung her head.
Raising her head Olga, gazed into my eyes. “May I ask you a question dear?”
“Yes Olga. Whatever you want.”
“For being a clown, why is your name Weepy?”
“You see Olga, I had some bad experiences in my life. Not losing a spouse like you, of course, and the devastating pain that comes with it. But, I discovered that even amid our tragedies and griefs, there can always be a ray of hope and joy.” Pointing to the two blue tear drops painted on my white face, “These are a constant reminder that life will always bring sorrow, but God will, somehow, turn our weeping into joy.”
Cupping my hands around her right hand, still clutching the damp handkerchief. “And, that’s why I chose the name Weepy.”
“Weepy, it’s time to go.” A voice came from the doorway.
Standing to my feet, I leaned down and kissed Olga on the crown of her head. “Olga, today was no clowning around.”
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Beautifully expressed...and it reminds me of so many residents that used to tell of their younger days with great detail and a far away look of nostalgia.
Thanks for sharing,
Blessings~