My Person

You rush to greet him with a hug, thinking it may be the last time you see him standing there. He greets you in a big bear hug! And you snuggle in tight, all your worries and cares melt away as you inhale his sent. Its a mixture Of his shaving cream and old people, but the mixture is nice, it calms you makes you feel at home. He kisses your cheek and his whiskers tickle your face for he have not properly shaved in a while. He would invite me to have ice cream, and we would go across town to the best parlor. He always picks the same ice cream, Rum and raisin single scoop with nuts, Its as if its the only one he remembers the taste of. He and I sit and watch they cars go past, and he tells me all about his past. You can see in his eye that he is excited and loves to tell his tales. On the drive home he will tell you about how none of the shops used to be there, and when he was little there weren't things like cell phones and i pods. You have heard this many times but you sit patently and wait for him to finish. When it is time to leave him you hug him tightly but not to tight to hurt him, hoping that next time you see him he will still be standing there waving as you back down the drive.

You love him very much, and enjoy spending the time that he has left with him.