“Hey, how much for these,” I said while holding up two round glasses.
The tired man looked up from behind the table with a quick and childlike excitement that slowly melted into something much more.
“You want those glasses?” He asked as he wiped away a single tear. The faint sound of his words sounded like 'can I tell you a story' came from his lips. He looked up at me and began to tell me a story that reminded me of the sweetest love story that I have ever heard.
“My parents bought these glasses on their wedding day in Germany. It was a different time then, and life was a lot simpler. These turned into 'their' glasses that they shared in their small one bedroom cottage with the rest of my brothers and sisters. They used them everyday up until... until they didn't.
On our way to America they fell ill and shortly after arriving they passed. These glasses are the last glimpse of their memory in this world. Everything else had been lost or destroyed over the years, but these glasses... they made it.”
I could feel the lump rising in my throat as I was thinking about how much money I had in my pocket. After all it was a yard sale, and I wasn't shopping for memories. I think my wife would like these glasses, but would she really ever use them?
I managed to rustle some dollars from my wallet and purchase the glasses. He looked at me with a smile and said “Thank you”. This yard sale was his last, and his children would be moving him into a nursing home soon. They weren't like him and weren't interested in his memories. His story had passed and they were moving on.
Thank you 
Thank you all for joining me for my very first ever free write. I have been creating various styles of content for more than three years, and this was a faithful jump into uncharted waters. A special thank you to my lovely bride Stacie D (
Be well
~The Yeti
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