their love was what novels are written about, turned into movies that open in the summer and make all who watch it wish they had a fairytale beginning, middle, and ending in their own relationships.
it was high school, there was a chance meeting at a water fountain and the rest is history. it was war time, so the boy had to go fight. he returned home early to marry his girl (in a whirlwind weekend winter wedding where two other war brides were married, all borrowing the same bridesmaids dresses) and then finished his job at war, praying he would make it home to begin his family and build the rest of their lives together.
and he did, and so they had the perfect family (one boy, one girl) and raised them in the 50s and 60s in smalltown america. those kids married and had kids of their own and “grammy and grampy” were born.
grammy passed away on sunday, after a few difficult years in a nursing home after she had suffered a few strokes. we all miss the grammy that she was to us grandkids, and the mom that she was to my mom and uncle, but i’m sure he misses his bride even moreso. 67 years of marriage.