Praise Jesus

Millie lived on the corner, she told me it would be kind If I visited Olaf across the street.....see, his wife of 65 years had passed away recently, and Olaf was kinda outa sorts....he'd been taking care of her the last few years while she was very ill. Olaf was a kind, first-generation Norwegian, he used to call me "yimmy" when he saw me comin' across the street....clap his hands with delight!! exclaiming yimmy! yimmy! Olaf lived a spartan life now with his wife gone...when we were out on errands he would shout ....Praise Jesus! to everyone and anybody in sight! pretty neat. We made the same stops every week, 1st. we'd stop at Lutheran Colportage to pick up handfuls of 50 cent crosses, he liked to hand these out to everyone! then we stopped at the Taystee Outlet for day-old baked goods, followed by a stop at the grocery store for chicken nuggets and american cheese (he only knew how, or wanted to, use the microwave) that was the sum of his diet. We had a fun time! After about six-months, I quit pickin' him up.....I don't know why......I regret it still, I heard he used to ask people....where's yimmy? He died about three weeks later, now he's with Jesus.