Meeting Mr. B

I don't even remember ever meeting him but one night I had a dream about this man. It was an insight to what my aunt had the pleasure of knowing. He was a tall kind of stocky but oh so handsome. He was soft spoken but his words had power. When he looked in my aunts his eyes just lit up. Here he was this big tall Texan and she was this tiny lady. His hand was so big, I just know holding her hand, he must have felt like he was going to break it. Joan looked liked a little doll next to him, but I know she didn't want to be anywhere else. What a sweet and kind man my aunt had. Those Malone women know how to pick them. Out of all the girls she got the cream of the crop.

He never mentioned work, but talked about his farm and horses all of his family had horses. He was so proud of his family. This man dressed in white shirts, jeans, and boots. He was a man to remember. That's why at 5:51 am I am writing this story. He was a strong, powerful man yet gentle, and I didn't want to forget one thing about meeting him.

Thank you Mr. B for letting me get to meet you and for allowing my Aunt 's love be directed to such a wonderful man.

Oh I couldn't remember the nickname Mr. B called Joan, but I'm sure she will.

Thank you for letting me meet you Mr. B if only in a dream.

Your niece dale

10-15-09