Imagine a man with a thick white mustache, a white hat and navy sweater. Now imagine watching this old man live boldly, love deeply and speak with conviction. Mr. Golding would walk the beach with his beautiful wife, hand in hand, knowing that he was holding treasure. He wrote and published poetry, gathered the beach for his annual boat launching and lavished his grandchildren with his love.
Mr. Golding is the most romantic man I have ever met. He has stolen my heart and has made me believe in old time love; he proved to me gentlemen still exist. I cannot remember the time when I first understood Mr. Golding was rich with life but this realization has become clearer to me even after he has passed.
He placed a plaque on a brick garden wall covered with roses. He knew that by the time he had passed away the roses would be cut back and trimmed and Mrs. Golding would find a love poem written upon her rose wall. His words were about an everlasting love, as if it were a message he sent from Heaven reminding his wife of their love and life together. He loved her so much he wanted to love her even after he was gone.
I have no idea why I want to share this story except it is so beautiful. It reminds me that we need to be loved in a uniquely passionate way. It shows me why I admire people like Mrs. Golding, whose courage to continue on in this beautiful life after having a companion most of her life is humbling. I admire her strength to face the days and nights. I only hope she knows how much she is loved.
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there are three mixing bowls in my kitchen. three generations of women have used them. this is my attempt to share what i cook in them, what conversations come out of those meals and how to cleanup a messy kitchen.
About Me
- Lauren Miller
- I want to live boldly, be tender and practice grace. I have a lot of growing to do. To me photographs speak louder than words. Laughter heals. In the morning my drink of choice is hot chocolate.