I just spent a delightful day in the company of a close friend, a widow, who told me with stars in her eyes that she “met someone.” Both my friend and her new beau are in their seventies, but as she described their meeting she said it was as if she were thirteen again—all the same butterflies flitting around inside her! The “sweet nothings” they whisper to one another may have to be spoken a bit more loudly at this age, she confessed. And instead of getting-acquainted questions like “what’s your sign?” it’s more likely “are you on any medications?” But the sparkle in her eyes and the giggle in her voice told me this is true love all the same.
Is it ever too late for love? I don’t think so. Many years ago my mom was also in her seventies when she began a long companionship with Cecil, a dear family friend. He had lost his wife and my dad had passed away. The two couples had known one another since junior high. Mom and Cecil kept being asked to the same social gatherings, so eventually he said, “There’s no reason for both of us to drive. I’ll swing by and pick you up.” Thus began a 15-year relationship that nurtured them both.
My sisters and I were very fond of Cecil. Our families had vacationed in Florida together many times over the years, so we already thought of him as a second dad. He was extremely witty, and we quickly welcomed him to family gatherings. We would not have minded one bit had Mom and Cecil decided to take the next step and get married, but they never did. Theirs was a platonic love, but a true one.
And the benefits of their relationship were many. They looked forward to seeing one another and having a reason to get dressed up. I’m sure they both ate more nutritiously than either would have without the other, as my mom would cook a real meal once or twice a week when Cecil came over—usually to watch a University of Tennessee ball game—and they had a standing date for brunch after church.
“We don’t even have to tell each other entire jokes,” Mom said the day she called to let me know what was going on with Cecil (lest I hear rumors of impropriety!). “We know all the same jokes, so one of us just remembers a punch line and we have a good laugh!”
Many seniors would be open to late-in-life love but aren’t sure how to meet someone if they don’t have a lifelong connection like my mom and Cecil shared. Some actually have success with online dating sites, but more likely they connect through a mutual acquaintance or a shared interest. Other couples reconnect at a 50th or 60th high school reunion, after both are single again, and pick up right where they left off—although not as likely in the back of the pick up! Psychologists explain that the spark of “first love” is one that is easily rekindled, and every summer this romantic phenomenon plays out around punch bowls in gymnasiums from coast to coast. This gives new meaning to the phrase “take my hand again” that I’ve been using to refer to adults helping aging parents.
Is it ever too late for love? I think not. As for me, I’ll stick with the love I married when I was forty. A good man is hard to find at any age.
Portions of this blog post are excerpted from the author’s book, Take My Hand Again, Kregel Publications, 2015.
Marylin Warner says
Oh, Nancy, this is a delightful post. On so many levels of hope and renewal. I still think of Myrtle Collins and her joyous months with her dear friend before she died. I think of her at St. Francis, wearing her striped toe socks I’d brought her, wiggling her feet and smiling. Gracious, faithful and joyous.
I thought of Myrtle and Ike, too, Marylin! Theirs was a long lasting and well-traveled romance!
Kelly Hall says
Nancy, what a sweet post. It just enlarges my heart to the depths of God’s love and how He graciously enriches our lives through relationships with others!
He’s great at surprising us with new blessings just when we think there’s no hope! Something about that “letting go” thing He really likes! 🙂
Elizabeth Van Liere says
Nancy, I agree with Kelly. My life, too, has been enriched by a “he” friend. It’s written up in my first book, Dare to Live. Chris calls from Pennsylvania every Sunday at exactly 4 pm. He has flown to my city every summer until this past year for about 5 years, but both decided against it this year.
Anyway, the blog is great. It’s nice to know younger people enjoy us oldsters.
By the way, don’t you have a new book due this fall? Eagerly waiting to read it.
Betty, I remember reading about your friend, Chris. That’s wonderful–even if he is a long distance fella! No new book this fall. Take My Hand Again came out in April so you may be thinking of that one. Thanks for commenting!
Deborah Bliss Turner says
This was such a heart-warming blog, Nancy. I think it’s wonderful that your mother had the companionship of a good man after your dad died. Yes, I believe we eat better when we have someone to cook for or at least someone to share our meals with. It is hard to find a good man, so for all you women who have found one, enjoy your time and life during that relationship and believe as I believe that we were not meant to face life alone. Sometimes we have to, or so it seems, but I don’t think that’s how life was intended to be. It’s not ever really too late for love.
So agree, Deborah. I’m always trying to “fix up” my single friends but haven’t had much luck. Better when the Lord makes the match!
alice scott-ferguson says
what an inspiring story, Nancy…and wonderfully captured in prose as only you can!!
alice scott-ferguson says
what an inspiring story!
captured in words that are uniquely yours;
words that treat the topic with
tenderness and triumph…