Ruth

Ruth was a gentle woman, with long fine hair of apricot color, and wide and bulky eyes.
She was told more than once, that she had Bambi eyes. Her hands were delicate and long. She could have been a pianist if she had a different life. If she was raised in a musical home or had enough wealth to buy a piano. But no, Ruth didn't have any luxuries growing up, nor did she have any now, in her fifties. She was a gentle woman who never married. She had affairs, and even one great love, but lost her sweetheart to a deadly disease, and opted for a life by herself, instead of another heartbreak. She was content with herself. Lonely at times, but content.
Ruth was a woman of daily habits, of daily chores, or work. She was a sound listener and worked in her town's administrative office. She handled all sorts of odd requests and even met the mayor a few times. An honor she held close to her heart. She had a framed photo of her and the mayor by her desk. She was proud of that photo. She would look at it every now and then, and smile.
Life was not an adventure to Ruth. She was too gentle for many kinds of adventures... but life offered different types of excitement to Ruth: The excitement of going to work, of making her meals for the week, of seeing her nieces and nephews on Saturdays. The thrill of going to a weekly knitting group with her lady friends, and the occasional fostering of her small town's stray cats. These were all that Ruth could handle. You see, when Ruth was younger, she suffered through a heart attack, one that left her heart some twenty years older than it should have been.
She was a gentle woman, and her heart was even gentler. 

The day that Ruth died, the people in the town hung a sign that read:  'Only a heart so big, could be so tender.' That was Ruth, she was a gentlewoman, living with a broken heart, and a love for humanity. You may think she was quite ordinary, but she was rare in her tenderness, she was special in her loyalty, and she was unique in her ways.

​We should all be so lucky to have a Ruth in our lives,