I recently saw a wonderful story about a man who entered a song contest put out by a independent record label. It was a songwriter’s contest. Contestants were invited to put their song on YouTube then send the link to them. Fred sent a package with a letter, pictures, and lyrics. He wasn’t a musician. He wasn’t a singer or a practiced song writer. It turns out he had a beautiful story to tell. A 75 year old love story. Fred didn’t win the contest but the label did something better. They produced his song. In the interview Fred tells us that his life with Lorraine seemed like a dream. She had passed away the month before and that seemed like a dream as well. The palpable sense of gratitude that he found Loraine and she let him love her for most of their life is what struck me most.
I can only imagine that their life together wasn’t always easy. It began in the mid 1930s a tough time for most americans. I gather from the pictures that they only had one child. Whether that was by choice or circumstance I do not know. It amazed me that in an 8 minute short I was able to feel what happiness they shared together.
It made me think of my own life. Our life together isn’t simple. We have had our trials. We have stumbled together and individually. In all of the almost 20 years I have always felt well loved. Fred said that when he first saw Lorraine at the A&W stand where she was a car hop, he thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. I never tire of hearing that. He says it just often enough that it is both surprising and pleasing. Not overdone. Not for anybody else’s ears. Just my own. I am worshipped in the most healthy of ways. It is a gift that I will never lament receiving.
I say it often. I have said it plain. I have found my Fred. I am the luckiest.