[ WP ] Tell me the story of your local homeless man real or not .

She's gone now. Visor lady. Some people say that she relocated to another city because she grew tired of the notoriety she was developing around the college city of Davis, California. For years she was anonymous and minded her own business but a little thing called the internet was created in the 90's and subsequently the city of Davis' own wikipage. The following link is her: 
 
 http: //daviswiki.org/Visor_Lady 
 
 Now to describe my empathy for this woman i must also divulge that i have quite a soft spot for elder women. I believe elder men can manage a more solitary life better than women. My view particularly comes from my relationship with my own Grandma. When world war II brought over seas from the island of the Philippines, she was left alone while she waited for her children and husband to come later on. Her loneliness wilted her down to skin and bones with the only remedy being reunification with her family. As she grew older and took care of all of her grandchildren including myself, she became the mother to us all while our own parents were trying to make it as immigrants. 
 
 We all grew up and unfortunately so did my Grandmother. We lived as Americans and more than often it was the opposite than the native Philippines. In the Philippines she was never alone. As an older woman in America, she later confessed that sometimes she felt so lonely that it hurt, and her hands could not stop shaking. 
 
 So you see, one can say that I'm a bit biased when I look at the Visor Lady. But who am i to look at that woman and feel pity when that woman may not need or want it at all. 
 
 For one, she seems perfectly content to eat her coffee cakes while listening to the radio as it played its classical tunes. Some say that she was once a music professor at Davis and continues to compose music. The stack of papers she carries look tattered from afar but up close what you see is the well loved and worked pages of a debut masterpiece. 
 
 Secondly, she is also fiercely independent, not allowing anyone to pick up any of her slack as she waddles around the campgrounds with her work in tow. Perhaps she found music to be her only needed companion, and there was no need to go beyond pleasantries. Hell an educated woman like her might have figured out something that we had n't. 
 
 However, no matter how much i try to rationalize my thoughts, i can not help but cry for this woman as she lay in the hospital bed before me. At 3am in the morning she was brought into the hospital that i worked as a nurse. Her lips were blue and her fingers were ice cold. She had a bad case of Pneumonia and needed another treatment of antibiotics. It took two hours for her condition to stabilize but at 6am her pulse rose suddenly and then dropped in a sudden staccato. 
 
 There was no one for us to call. We all knew who she was, she was the Visor Lady that we all saw on campus playing Piano Concerto No. 4 down 5th street, she just did n't have a contact. 
 
 Inside her wallet was a credit card and California ID. There were no pictures of children or other family members. She had a card for the local music store, Watermelon music but nothing else. WHen I opened the luggage I was surprised to find a neatly organized collection of music pieces. Towards the bottom were her own drafts of the concert she would never play. 
 
 When time of death was called at 6:14am, I went outside for a diet coke break. I cried as if it was my grandma that had died on that table. It may have been since was up for the last 24 hours by my emotions were strong and i could n't so much as stand. 
 
 I plummeted so hard on my butt that i almost hurt my tail bone. I looked up at the sky and realized that there had to be a different version, a remix of Visor Lady's life. I only had 15 minutes left for break before i had to go back and help deliver the body to the morgue. This is what i settled on. 
 
 Visor Lady wore a visor because she could n't stand her lover looking at her age from the heavens. They had both met when they were older, both professors of music at UCDavis. Only two years into their courting, he dropped dead from an unexpected heart attack. 
 
 She would continue life as normal, eventually retiring from her teaching job at Davis and eventually putting the visor he had given her almost permanent residence upon her head. Her second job would begin and would require the remainder of her life. 
 
 How do you go about creating a concerto for the man who died half a century ago? Would he still love Visor lady as much as she loved him. They say that time goes by so much faster in the afterlife so maybe it would'y be that weird when they met once again. And how marvelous would it be if she presented him with this masterpiece of music that the angels and whatever deities she believed in could help perform with her. All of the heavens would explode with overwhelming joy from the music. And maybe Visor Lady knew this the whole time. I mean maybe studying music for so long your bound to unlock some of the mysteries of the universe. 
 
 I looked up at the sky that had started to grow brighter from the sunrise. The stars up ahead were mostly gone save for a few planets that refused to go to sleep. I was n't religious or anything. Maybe a little bit spiritual but i knew one thing. SOmetimes, if only for a moment, its just best to go with whatever sounds right. 

