I’ve been away for a couple of weeks, visiting my elderly aunt and uncle, who are 92 and 97. Theirs is a wonderful love story.When they married, Lucille was a pretty middle-aged widow; Art was a 62-year-old shy bachelor who shared a smalltown home with his widowed mother and a dog.
On his 55th birthday, he looked in the mirror, and said, “Life is passing you by. You’ve got to do something about it.”
So Art overcame his shyness enough to get involved as a youth group leader. Then he started taking ballroom dancing lessons. On the dance floor he met Lucille. For a few years after they married, they went dancing five nights a week. To show his love for Lucille, Art began memorizing Shakespeare’s sonnets, quoting one to her each night at bedtime. Then he began to write poetry and discovered in himself a talent he didn’t know he had.
“Art,” I said, “You’re the only man I know who has grown younger in spirit as you’ve gotten older in years.”
And that’s my message to all of us.
It is never too late to change our lives. All we have to do is look at where we are, decide where we’d like to be, and put the change in motion. Is it easy? No.
Whenever Art and Lucille smile lovingly at each other, I’m reminded of that.