His memory became mine

It was just another day at the thrift store.  I wasn't looking for anything in particular, I just needed to get out of the house for a little while.  I was rummaging through a shelf full of vases and kitchen pots when I saw the bucket.  I was drawn to it immediately.  I think it was because it looked so old, genuinely old, not that faux old junk you see in department stores.  This thing had history.  I picked it up and carried it around.  After a few minutes of shopping I got sidetracked by a chair or something and rethought buying the bucket.  I sat it down it down in a different spot.  Yes I am one of those people.  When I am shopping I sometimes pick out things I want, then  randomly sit them down somewhere else when I talk myself out of  buying them.  I am positive most store employees hate me for it.  This time I was glad I did it.  When I walked by the bucket again, now in its new home,  a very old man was smiling ear to ear admiring it.  When he saw that I noticed his excitement he told me how he used to carry his lunch in a bucket like this everyday as a kid.  The enthusiasm in his voice was intoxicating.  "This thing has to be over 80 years old, since I am 88" he said.  I asked him if he wanted to buy it and he said "Oh no honey, I don't need one of these anymore".  He didn't need it anymore, but I did.  I needed it because I wanted to remember his smile and vivacity.  I wanted to remember the story he told me.  I wanted to remember how happy it made me hearing it.  I bought the bucket. :)  Suddenly within a few moments his memory had become mine.  The bucket was a memory of his of his youth and it was now my memory of an encounter with a stranger that made my day.

What was once used to carry a young boy's lunch is now used to hold a young woman's plant. Perfection.

Another legend has passed

If you suddenly seeWhat has happened to me You should spread the word around

And tell everyone here That it is perfectly clear They can sail above it all on what they've found It cries for you It's the best that you can do Like a sound that's everywhere I can hear it screaming through the air

Long live rock and roll

-Dio