The blonde in my hair is completely gone now....it is brown, silver, and I have a white patch in the back of my head....I have been trying to decide about coloring it again, but have really just wanted to see what colors it would grow out to be.....I went to the nursing home today to hang around....I was sitting talking to one of the older men that I try to see each time I go....we had been talking a few minutes and he said, what happened to your hair? I explained I wasnt coloring it anymore....he looked at me and said....are you not in love anymore? I asked him what that had to do with my hair....he went on to tell me that he had always loved my blonde hair, that it made me sparkle when I came to see him, and that I had a gleam in my eyes....he said you dont have that anymore....are you not in love anymore? I again asked him what being in love had to do with my hair being blonde....he said...when my wife was alive, I used to worked an extra 4 hours a week just so we could afford for her to go to the beauty parlor....and she used to get her hair done...oh wow,, how it made her feel to have her hair done....it was worth working the extra 4 hours for me, because it made her feel so good about her self, made her happy, and then she would be happy, and we would have a great weekend...if you know what I mean....and he laughed and stomped his foot....and his buddy who was sitting with him, just laughed...and they poked it other like teenagers....he said, I just thought maybe you and your man werent in love anymore, and you didnt care anymore.....because, honey....you arent sparkling anymore, and it makes me worry about you.....here I am, trying to volunteer to make others happy and feel better, and they are worried about me...I told him that, just for him I was going to get my hair colored, and the next time he saw me, I would have my sparkle back...he then whispered to me, the hair doing will help....but you need to look deeper for your sparkle, somethings wrong, and I hope you can fix it...this man is 91 years old, ....who needs a counselor, when you can get it for free....I hugged him when I left and told him I had left his tangerines in his room....he loves tangerines...he whispered back.....I hope Im here when you come back...I want to see you happy again.....driving home I thought about how lucky I am, I have broken off with a lot of so called friends this past year, and am trying to work on my real friendships.....this 91 year old man, is one of my real friendshiips....so, I need to make an appointment to get my hair colored....cant wait to go back and visit him...
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 21:11:41 +0000
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