He came downstairs to get a cup of coffee. He has his own upstairs, but once in awhile he likes to say good morning and let me know he’s still here. This morning he had a lecture.
“Do you know that people look at me like I am strange?”
I laughed right out loud. “You have long beautiful long hair. You have a very long gray beard. You have beautiful blue or green eyes (I will never understand how they change color) and you weigh almost nothing. You are different.”
Then he got that serious look, the one that terrifies me. He quietly says “What are you going to miss most?”
“I will miss your smile and your generosity. I will l not miss most of the things that make you smile. You love terrifying me and I won’t miss that. I will miss your snowmen in the winter. I will miss your calm in every storm. I won’t miss talking about this!”
Do you appreciate the differences of others?