My darling is always such a gentleman; I guess some things don’t change.
When I was bringing him home from the hospital last week I pulled into a service station for gas. He started getting out of the passenger’s seat. I asked where he was going and he said to pump the gas. The sweet man could hardly walk but he remembered his old fashion manners.
The other day I was walking behind him holding on to his gait belt so he would not fall. We came to a door and he stopped dead still and I crashed into him. I asked him what was the matter and he said for me to get in front of him so he could hold the door for me.
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