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Sunday, 14 June 2009
walking her home

This song was constantly on the radio like a year ago, but it just played again on my iTunes.. and gosh. I love it.


Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call

Her dad said
Son, Have her home on time
And promise me you'll never leave her side
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home

Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son

His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he's got your eyes

And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home

He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side

A nursing home
At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night
And the nurse said Oh, Should we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out ?

But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side

Oh he was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home
He was walking her home

Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call

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Working in hospital/ nursing home, I've come across so many life stories and so many real life love stories. These stories aren't just the happy ending you see in movies, where the wedding bells rings and that's the end.. (cause the real work begins after the wedding ;) ) but stories of lives lived together, probelms faced and overcome, together.

These people really show that love does exist in this world.. even at 96 years of age. It really warms your heart when you see the partner of one of your patients come in and even though their spouse has dementia and can't even talk anymore.. they come in day by day, just to sit next to their love and just hold their hand.

It's not a rare phenomenon, if we work at it, we will all find that one day :)
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1 Comments:

amen

By Blogger jeremy, at 14 June 2009 at 11:47 pm  

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