Tissue journal

Last night, I wrote  about an amazing touching story between a soldier and a grandmother and tonight the tissues are out. I wonder in the food industry if we do touch people, or we are just there as a conversational piece. Tonight, a woman who has been a lively fixture with her partner changed my thoughts about the picture that I imagine. They have been a wonderful couple, her by his side as they told me over a five-year period about all of his frustrations in finding out what is wrong with him. She held his head during a seizure, and I ran to help... I sat with him while she unsteadily brought the car around. I held her hand when they said his heart did not work right. Next, we had his Parkinson's diagnosis and her mouth cancer. Through it all, they were smiles and a couple that  I admired. Tonight she came in by herself, and I feared the worst as she came to me solemnly. I worried that the seizures had taken him. Instead, she told me the story that after her operation, he had left her after eight years. I sat, and we talked of her hopelessness and her fear that he had given up and left because he thought he might not live long. I hoped that I told her the right things but tonight my eyes were not dry as I realize that things are never how we perceive them. I hid my silly, little medical boot under the table because I realized that me wearing a boot for an injury for four weeks pales in comparison to a broken heart. I wish I could help mend this heart, and I realize that when life comes charging in we only wish that we have the words to mend.