A Relationship, Marriage Meant To Be Will Be

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open

 the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John”
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”

“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.

“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us. ”

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
“Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television.”

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The secondshe saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she tooka deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael.”

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.”

“Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If youshould find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for amoment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”

I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.”

“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.

“He’s one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.”

I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.”

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”

“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”

“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”

He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.

“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her. ”

“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

“Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?”

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you remember me?”

She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!”
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.

“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
“Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years
.

Culled from a friends Facebook Page. 
I just finished reading and felt it's worth sharing with you too.

Comments

  1. Anonymous11/22/2013

    Sweet

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  2. Anonymous11/22/2013

    Oh,so touching! Such love is legendary. Out of this world,but then,they wasted 60 yrs! That shows that wats gonna be gonna be.

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  3. Anonymous11/22/2013

    What is the name of this movie???

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    1. Search well well o, I want to know too.

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  4. Anonymous11/22/2013

    wow. what a love

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    1. Anonymous11/22/2013

      See your mouth

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  6. Anonymous11/22/2013

    This one na novel, nor bi movie ooo
    Khai! Beautiful piece... That statement what will be, will be is so not true! It's a statement for lazy pple! My opinion

    Patsy

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  7. Sweet love story! If you love something, let it go, don't gree-die inside because it will come back to you if it is yours. But don't wait 60 years o! lol

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  8. Anty Eya and WC family! I welcomed my baby boy today by 9:45am just wanted to inform the house. Thanks for all the times I smiled and was happy as a result of comments, advice and Companionship. Pls kindly say a prayer for my boy.

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    1. Congrats dearie. May the Lord keep and bless him in Jesus' name.

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    2. Praiiiiiiiiise the Lord! Our God is good, all the time. Congratulations and give him a big hug for us.

      His coming will bring more blessinga and favour, he will continue to grow in wisdom and stature.
      Amen.

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    3. Congrats Debbie, may God keep you both safe and healthy.

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    4. Agatha Christi11/22/2013

      Thank God for safe delivery! God bless your boy and may he be a blessing to his generation.

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    5. Congrats dear sis...

      Wait ooo.. Everyday our population no dey pass 150 Million, and ppl dey bron everyday! Hmmm....

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    6. Odanibe11/23/2013

      Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    7. @ Deborah, congrats dearie. Thank God 4 a safe delivery ooooo

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    8. Congrats dear. Welcome baby.

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  9. Anonymous11/22/2013

    Quota.

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    1. Anonymous11/22/2013

      Meant quora

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  10. wife to be!11/22/2013

    Congrats Debby, am so happy for you. Thank God 4 a safe delivery. Kiss him 4 me.

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  11. Anonymous11/23/2013

    I went teary eyed reading this piece. I'm such a sucker for love.
    Congratualtions Debby dear may ur little boy be a blessing to u and his generation IJN!!!
    Tokoni.

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  12. Anonymous11/23/2013

    Congrats Debby,GOD bless u n ur lovely baby!

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  13. Anonymous11/23/2013

    Similar to letters from juliet, the movie!

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  14. *tears* love thanks for finding me, I promise wat ever happens I ll never let U̶̲̥̅̊ go. @dear sis Congrats to U̶̲̥̅̊ , U̶̲̥̅̊ re blessed A̶̲̥̅̊₪d̶̲̥̅̊ our dear little man , we re happy to welcome U̶̲̥̅̊ , U̶̲̥̅̊ ll be great IJN.

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  15. Congrt dear,his coming ll bring more open door,favour and brk thru.he's blessed.

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  16. I have tears in my eyes...no matter how long the night, the sun will still shine in the morning. Imagine these 2 old people!

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