My grandparents had their 55th anniversary today. They have been married 55 years-DAMN. when I was 2 years old I went to live with my grandparents- they have lived in the same house for more than 50 years. They raised two girlls- both girls who got married and each had two girls. There are no uncles on that side of the family, no boy cousins, just four little girls.
This post aint really deep.
But I love my grandparents, they filled in the gaps- paid for gymnastics lessons, team uniforms, violin lessons and sent me long johns in the long Boston Winter. When we were in a car accident 1 year after moving to Boston, My grandmother hopped on a plane and stayed in Boston to care for my sister and I while my mom was in the hospital. My grandfather was my first track coach, at age 4 he brought me across the street and had me running through a vacant field while he held his stop watch to see if i was getting any faster. When I decided I wanted to do little league, he pulled out his old wooden bat and took me to the park to teach me the technique. My grandfather was an archivist, but not really a historian. He still has some of the early videos of my birthday parties, my first solo at church and even vacations.
I dont know who i would be without them.
2 comments:
congrats to the grands.
i don't know a lot of ol' married folks (and i say that in the most envious, endearing way, you must know). my growing-up-hood was filled with long-term boy/girlfriends, divorces, and domestic disturbances (some were a little funny, i must confess). i say all that to say that your gp's give me something to shoot for. thank you for sharing their magic.
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