The Day of Love (translation)
Today is Valentine's Day. Since it is the day of romance, I thought that it would be appropriate that I write in the language of the love, which is French.
Paula and I had a romantic dinner at home. We called in take out from The Olive Garden. When I picked up our dinner, the restaurant was very crowded. There was hardly standing room. I was guilty of procrastination. I did not go shopping for a gift until today. I went shopping on my lunch break. I hardly had time to even eat lunch. I had Bojangles for the lunch. I would not have chosen this restaurant normally.
I learned that my friend's grandfather will probably not live through the night. Why does this day often have the scent of death? This day is suppose to be about love. Perhaps God is trying to teach us something and perhaps we just cannot understand what.
I also see so many unhappy people. So many people want to find love, but never find it. This day is often terrible for them. Perhaps we should not concentrate on the love between a man and a woman and instead concentrate on the love between any human and another. Perhaps God tries to teach us something about that also. I do not know. Do you know?
Anyway, I survived.
Wayne
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