My grandparents were married 60 years before my grandmother died.
Over the weekend, it was their anniversary - June 20th, 1936. Though they are not here anymore, I know wherever they are, they were together on Sunday. I have lots of pictures of my grandparents around my house. Maybe too many, I don't know. We spent a lot of time together growing up. One of things I loved most about my grandparents was that their lives were not perfect; not by any stretch of their imagination. They had their share of hardship and tragedy. So while their anniversary may be forgotten, it means something to me.
"The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart,
The secret anniveraries of the heart."
Over the weekend, it was their anniversary - June 20th, 1936. Though they are not here anymore, I know wherever they are, they were together on Sunday. I have lots of pictures of my grandparents around my house. Maybe too many, I don't know. We spent a lot of time together growing up. One of things I loved most about my grandparents was that their lives were not perfect; not by any stretch of their imagination. They had their share of hardship and tragedy. So while their anniversary may be forgotten, it means something to me.
"The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart,
The secret anniveraries of the heart."
~ Longfellow