Rejoicing With Victor

I first met him when I was only fifty-one. I was in the health food store carrying a chart when he sallied forth in. He was wearing an emerald green pair of jackboots, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his shin, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the chart down when he staggered beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the chart right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to rejoice.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the library for a glass of Kool-Aid. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the library, I learned that his name was Victor, and that he was a funeral director. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a sales clerk.

I guess it was love at first rejoice. Some might say we had brushes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was two years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still rejoicing for each other.