Capturing Ron's essence.

I’m able to learn something significant. About a total stranger. Without ever having met him. Merely by chatting. For 10 minutes. With one of his acquaintances. I practiced such a craft. By volunteering.  To write obituaries. Neat and beautiful. That captured a most memorable moment. In his life. An obituary that could be read in two or three minutes.   It might be more difficult. Accomplishing such a feat. With a friend. Because. For a short  obituary.  I’d have to pick and choose. From so many, many possibilities. But still, I’d find a way. To zero in. On a single touching moment. I’d not meander. I’d get to it. In a blink of an eye. A single memory. Embellished. In a  romantic way. That’s all it takes. l decided the other night. As I eavesdropped. On a conversation. At a dinner. What it would be. For my Alzheimer-riddled friend Ron. Love letters. Written to woe his true love. Of 62 years.  That alone. Would capture Ron’s essence. The thing that made his life worthwhile. –Jim Broede