We all seek true love in our lives. It is a wonderful feeling and seeing it in others is special too. Over the holiday break, I went out looking at property with my Realtor to purchase as an investment and eventually to move into. Though my search was initially focused on the Allentown and Parkside neighborhoods, Iive always adored the homes in the University District, many of which were constructed in the 1920is. A last-minute phone call from a listing agent allowed us to walk-through a home where the owner would be present to let us in.
The owner, a gentleman in his late seventies, was eager to accompany me on my tour of each room. He explained that he didnit want to sell the well kept home, but failing health required that he find a one-story residence. The last room we viewed was the finished attic. Upon entering the staircase, I was immediately attracted to the colorful walls and a softhearted exhibit of artwork, in particular a vibrant, charcoal drawing casually displayed on an easel near the center of the room. It appeared to be freshly created.
I told the owner that the room was obviously used by a talented person and he replied by simply saying that it was his wifeis art studio. He paused for a moment, holding back tears, and then proceeded to direct my attention back to the charcoal drawing, pointing out that she drew the picture the morning of her passing.
This time it was me who paused, holding back tears. I took another look at the drawing, this time noting the date: July 3, 1974. All I could softly say was, iWhat an admirable man you are.i After 30+ years, he is still mourning the passing of his wife.
That is true love.