Here's a short, sweet story that actually happened to me. I promise you, it's worth reading.
My mum was in hospital, getting an operation. So me, my sister and my dad, were sitting in the waiting room, patiently praying for her. When all of a sudden, I saw an elderly lady sitting in a hospital bed twiddling with her thumbs. I walked over to her. I sat down in the empty leather chair next to the bed, and I just said hi. She smiled and looked at me. "Well hello there," she croaked, putting her bed up a little bit with the remote. She engaged a conversation with me.
"So, what is your name darling?"
"Oh, my name is Ciara. What about you?" I smiled.
"I'm Elizabeth." She laughed. "My name is as old as I am."
"No, no." I blushed. "What are you in here for?" I asked, trying not to be rude.
"Oh, I'm in this illness filled place getting a hip operation, nothing too serious." Elizabeth said, scratching her white, curled hair.
I smiled, and continued scanning her cards. Most of them said 'Get well soon!'. My phone rang, it was my boyfriend. "Sorry, I have to take this." I splattered, quickly answering my phone and walking off.
I finished the phone call and sat back down. "Who was that," She asked, taking her reading glasses off and sitting them down on the table. "Oh, just my boyfriend." I smiled.
"I remember when my husband was alive." She told me, her eyes tearing up. I apologised, and put my hand on hers.
"I looked a bit like you, when I was fifteen. A silly teenager, I was." She continued. "Not that you are silly. He had the most beautiful blue eyes." Elizabeth laughed. "We got married a few years later, and eventually I fell pregnant. We went on holiday, and I and John both ended up in a car crash. Both of us were rushed to hospital, and he unfortunately died. But his last words were, 'Raise a healthy baby, and make sure it is as beautiful as you are'. Eventually my baby was born at only six months, but it was still healthy, and had the most beautiful blue eyes."