The Heavenly Bliss of a Burger
by Richard Markland


Greetings:
 
Satire is the one thing I enjoy. Since I have been rather depressed the last few days, I decided to write something that I hope will bring a smile to your day. When experiencing the loss of a loved one, you find few things to smile about. I wrote the following as if I am a senior citizen in need of a relationship but simply haven't found anyone. Perhaps by making light of how things will develop in the future, writing this was in order. I think Linda would have a smile and a chuckle as she reads how getting old can present things in unexpected ways. Loneliness is not so bad if a bit of lightheartedness can somehow put it in perspective.
 
Take care,

Richard


I'll never forget the day I saw you in the parking lot of the local Wal-Mart. Never did I think it could be love at first sight.

 

As I picked up the pace on my cane, I gently assisted you into the store as you struggled to move the wheels that squeaked on your walker. When you told me about your latest operation for back pain, and you listened to me describe the pain I was feeling from my arthritis, I knew you were the one for me.

 

For so long, I have been lonely as my hair has turned gray and I can count each one. As we walked side by side, I wondered if I could muster up the courage and invite you to eat with me at the McDonald's located by the entrance. You had a sparkle in your eye unlike any I have seen for so many years.

 

I smiled when you hesitated to order the most expensive thing on the menu, but I assured you that money was no object. The first sign of how I knew you were the one for me is when you ordered my favorite; a Big Mac, Fries and a Coke.

 

As we sat sharing the large fries we ordered together, I slowly looked into your eyes and wondered, could this be the one true love God has brought into my life? Could all of my years of loneliness finally be coming to an end?

 

I'll never forget the slight embarrassment you showed when I gently took my napkin and wiped the small tinge of mayo from your cheek. You were so modest and sweet. My wrinkles didn't seem to be the hindrance I thought they would be as you spoke of how difficult it is to get out of bed each morning. Your inner beauty caused the wrinkles etched on your face to completely vanish in my mind.

 

I'll never forget the toast we made as our paper cups of coke gently touched with a salute to a long friendship. How much I did not want the day to end. The statute of Ronald McDonald and everything around me simply didn't exist. It was only you and I. The heavenly bliss of a burger was all that mattered.

 

As I slowly walked you to your car, the sound of the squeaking wheels on your walker, and the thump of my cane on the pavement, had the familiarity a love song made just for you and me. So many songs I have heard, but it was as if this was the sound of our hearts beating as one, with the accompaniment of so many instruments.

 

How I hated to see you get into your car. When I opened the door for you and it shut, it felt like closure. I appreciated more than I can say when you rolled down the window and you thanked me for the meal. Asking you to meet me here again in a week took a lot of courage, but somehow the words flowed from my mouth. So many Big Mac's, Fries and Cokes have followed.

 

Thank you for being a part of my life. So many walks with my cane and your walker has provided the most meaningful conversations I could have ever wanted. It's only you and I, as we travel this journey together slowly through so many Wal-Mart parking lots in this life.