His soft voice floated out the door and down the hallway. If it were possible you might see wings of angels attached to every note. He wasn’t the finest singer in the world, but his words of love needed only his personal interpretation.

I had been visiting a friend at the hospital when I was introduced to this wonderful man. No, not in person. But I got to know who he was through his singing.

You see every evening right before they made the announcement that visiting hours were over, this wonderful gentleman would sing to his wife.

“I’ll be loving you always. With a love that’s true always,” he sang with a slight warble in his voice.

“Every night that I’ve been here, I’ve heard him sing that song,” my friend told me. “In fact, if you notice this wing of the hospital suddenly becomes quiet at the first sound of his voice. You know how noisy hospitals can be.”

“What do you know about him?” I asked. “Nothing much. There are rumours floating around that contradict each other — that he’s wealthy, that he has nothing. I do know that he’s up in years, around 80, they say,” he told me.

“I’d love to meet him,” I said. “I don’t think visitors are permitted in that room. When I get up and walk down the hall for my daily therapy, I walk over there on purpose. Looking in, I always see the curtain pulled around,” he replied.

“But I’ll find out what I can for you. I know how you love real-life stories like this.” — Beliefnet.com