For Lynn - a sweet old thing.

At about 3.3o this afternoon I got talking to a lady
 named, Lynn, we marvelled over the faces in the Violas and talked of high teas, gardens and Monet and then.. she told me of a story that gave me goosebumps aaaaallllll over.....

It went a little something like this....

One day, on the tram, she said, a very dear, very old gentleman  got on, all bent over with his walking frame, Lynn helped him, and they got chatting.. (as Lynn likes to do, I discovered)

He was a German man and had come to Australia with his brother just after the war had ended. One night, he and his brother went to a dance, neither of them could speak a word of english, they stood and looked around the room, the man soon spotted a pretty girl across from where he stood wearing a pink dress, he turned to his brother and said 'Im going to ask that girl to dance, and if she says yes, I will marry her'.

His brother said, 'dont be silly!!'

None the less,

The man approached the girl and as he couldn't speak english, he gestured that he would like to dance with her, and she accepted.

They danced the night away, and at the end he offered to give her a ride home, she refused and gestured towards a bus across the way, so he, being the gentleman that he is, accompanied her home on the bus.

She agreed to see him again.

They married.

He said, that every morning when he woke, was like waking up at Christmas, because he just could not believe that this beautiful woman sleeping beside him was actually his wife. 

He said he never regretted a day of his life that he spent with her.

She recently passed away,

and......

He still has that pink dress hanging in the closet.