ORVA C. “CONNIE” ROLLERSeptember 28, 1929 – July 12, 2008
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Of Wine, Cheese, and Love
Love placed a trembling kiss upon her soft and sensuous waiting lips; compelled him often to drive for hours to spend what seemed like moments with his girl before the long trip back. Love led them to the altar where the two became one flesh, one hope, one spirit until death intrudes. Love spawned a growing family, survived the tears and fears and jeers, has flourished now for fifty years. Love is the tie that binds them still, bestows the kiss on faded lips and smoothes the graying hair each night; helps her recall the grandkids’ names and where they’ve gone and what they’ve done; finds her lipstick and her purse. Love keeps her thinking he’s her hero although his patience cracks and speech comes out in martyr’s tones he wants to cancel and return to some word graveyard never to come back. Love hopes all things, endures all things, is more than what they thought at first.
By Ken Roller
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