Andy and Kate were an unlikely match. Kate tall and regal, Andy bulky and awkward...both well into their 80's when i first met them. They were friends of my parents and word was they first met in their 70's.
Kate was an artist and gardener despite years of crippling arthritis and mutliple illnesses. Quick witted and warm, usually armed with an endearing lopsided grin, she was my mother's friend. Andy, gruff and a tad withdrawn, was a man of few words yet fast to take action. My Dad liked him.
Kate was a believer but not Andy yet he drove her to church every Sunday and waited in the car head thrown back and snoring as my Dad liked to tell me. According to Kate Andy never complained...never made her feel bad or dependent on him. Yet she knew, without Andy she would need to be living in a home. This was more than mere companionship. She adored him.
Once I stopped in for tea, welcomed by Kate's warmth. Andy moved quickly..got the kettle boiling...the good china and cloth napkins...all arranged on the tray with some lovely English biscuits, while Kate kept the conversation flowing.. It was choreographed like a dance routine, smooth and comfortable...Andy serving and Kate lightly touching his arm.
People ask about love...Andy and Kate ...they had the real thing...love....