Oct. 24, 2023
The day before my little girl, Lily, turned 4, she hinted at something truly special. After picking her up from preschool, she pointed out an elderly man slowly crossing the parking lot. “Mommy, look! That old guy walks like me! I like old peoples best ’cause they walk slow like I do, and they have soft skin like me. I’m gonna love them all up before they go away.” Sure, the last bit took a darker turn, but I appreciated her sweet spirit.
Her words struck me, and I shared her adorable quote on Facebook, blissfully unaware of how genuine her sentiment was. The next day, on her birthday, she asked if we could swing by the grocery store for some cupcakes to celebrate with her six siblings. How could I say “no”?
We hopped into one of those oversized grocery carts shaped like a car, and after snagging the cupcakes, I got sidetracked by a clearance shelf. While I rummaged through some nearly-expired ranch dressing and cans of Ensure, Lily stood up in the cart, waving enthusiastically at an older gentleman. “Hi, old person! It’s my birfday today!”
The man, with a serious demeanor, looked a bit taken aback. Before I could intervene, he turned to her with a softened expression. “Well hello there! How old are you today?”
They chatted for a moment before he wished her a happy birthday, and we parted ways. Moments later, she asked, “Can I take a picture with the old man for my birfday?” I thought it was adorable and figured we’d give it a shot.
We spotted the man a few aisles over. “Excuse me, sir? This is Lily, and she’d like to know if you’d take a photo with her for her birthday?” His confusion quickly morphed into delight. “A photo? With me?” he asked, clearly surprised.
“Yes, please! For my birfday!” Lily urged. And so they posed. I snapped a picture as Lily placed her tiny hand atop his. She gazed at his weathered skin, kissed his hand, and then rested it against her cheek. His face lit up with joy. He introduced himself as “Mr. Harold.”
We were blocking traffic in the store, but it felt like magic was in the air. Lily and Mr. Harold were lost in their own world, chatting like old friends. After a few minutes, I thanked him for sharing his time with us. He got a bit teary and said, “No, thank you. This has been the best day I’ve had in ages. You’ve made me so happy, Lily.”
They shared a warm hug, and we walked away with Lily watching him until he was out of sight. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tear up after their encounter. I was so moved that I posted about it on Facebook along with their photo.
Later that evening, I received a private message from someone who recognized Mr. Harold. His wife, Grace, had passed away months ago, leaving him feeling lonely and down. She was sure that Lily’s kindness had deeply touched him, and he would never forget it.
Curious, I asked for his contact information and called him a few days later. We visited Mr. Harold at his cozy home, where memories of Grace were still lovingly displayed. He looked rejuvenated, having cleaned up and dressed nicely for our visit. He had even set up a little table with crayons and paper for Lily to draw on.
We ended up spending nearly three hours together. Mr. Harold was patient with my energetic little artist, even cleaning ketchup off her cheek and sharing his chicken nuggets. As we prepared to leave, he plucked a single red rose from his garden, carefully removing its thorns before handing it to Lily. She treasures that dried rose in a Ziploc bag under her pillow.
Lily thinks of Mr. Harold daily. She worries if he’s warm enough or if he has cheese for his sandwiches. She wants him to feel loved. Mr. Harold, too, often mentions Lily. After one of our recent visits, he confided that he hadn’t slept well since losing Grace, but ever since meeting Lily, he finally sleeps soundly. “Lily has healed me,” he said, leaving me speechless and teary-eyed.
Despite the 78 years separating them, their hearts and souls seemed to recognize one another. So, Lily and I promised to visit Mr. Harold weekly, even if it’s just for a quick hug or to drop off a cheese Danish, his favorite. I’ve invited him to join us for Thanksgiving. He’s now part of our family, whether he likes it or not, and just as Lily said, “We’re gonna love him all up.”
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In summary, this heartwarming encounter between a young girl and an elderly man blossomed into a cherished friendship, reminding us all of the power of kindness and connection across generations.