Dear Precious Old Lady that always comes to my job every Saturday morning,
You warm my heart, you really do. I can't help but be in awe when I see your smiling little self pulling into my checkout lane. Or when I see you behind the customer I'm currently with and you wave at me. It is absolutely adorable! You come in every week at the same time. Saturday's would not be the same without you honestly. I'm sure you think the same about me because when I don't work a Saturday; you always ask me where I was, and I have to promise that I'll definitely be working the next week. There are so many things I love about you that you may not know.
I love how you're always asking me about the weather and mentioning how cold it is. I always agree with you even if you mention it twice.
I don't mind that you write checks and always ask what day it is. After I tell you, you mention how fast time is going by and I agree because it's true. Time is going by way too quickly.
I love how you get all excited when I give you coupons for your Ensure shakes. Though you ask me to throw them away when you have to buy more than three because you never get more than three. I can't forget how I love when you jokingly say that it's my fault when you don't get coupons.
I love how I remember not to bag your items with too much weight because of how fragile you are. For me to remember something like that, then I've surely seen you plenty of times. I'm quite amazed by the fact that you're still walking, and managing everything by yourself at 94! Props to you!
I love how when we're near being done with your order, I tell you that I'll see you next week and you jokingly reply with, "If I'm still alive!" I love your humor.
However, I can't help but wonder about you. I wonder how your life was, if you went to college or if you're even married. You haven't mentioned a husband, and I'd rather not mention it incase something tragic happened, but that doesn't stop me from being curious. You have mentioned that you have a cute little dog, though it still saddens me sometimes because I feel like you're all alone. I wonder who looks after you. I wonder if you're happy, or if you spend your days reminiscing on your youth years. The more I think about it; the more I apply it to my personal life. I become afraid because I don't want to be in that position. I'm afraid to grow old by myself with no one around me. I'm afraid to not accept the fact that time is going by. That all I would want to do is go back in time and re-live my youth. One of my worst fears is aging.
There are times when I feel like old people are sad and lonely because they've technically already "lived their life." Now, I'm sure that's not true, but I still think that for some reason. Whatever the case may be, I hope you are happy, doing well, and surrounded by the ones you love. You are truly loved and adored by me.
Sincerely,
The Girl With The Curly Hair
