My Grandparents met and wanted to date before Grandad went off to the Army. He came to her house and asked her dad if he could take her out, He was not allowed to because she was 15 and he was 18. He wrote her letters while he was away and when he came home they dated... They married shortly after her 18 birthday (which they happen to share a birthday
). They were horribly, incredibly, undeniably in love.....book/movie/dreams love. They had 4 Children and moved all over the world due to being stationed with the Army. They finally moved back home to their hometown when he retired. He wrote her love letters every morning of her life and left them by their coffee pot.
Grandma never took trash out, she never opened her own door, she never pumped her own gas.... He had several heart problems as he aged and she was always by his side, never failing to take care of him. During a procedure, he had a stroke. She never failed to care for him. My strong willed Grandmother learned to pump her gas and she didn't recieve love letters anymore. The years went on and he got worse. Dementia took its toll. He didn't remember the house that he lived it, or their youngest son who lived with them. Grandma starting loosing sleep. Granddad would get up in the middle of the night and try to leave, to go home. She was always looking out for him.
January 20, Grandma Jean was having some pain and had the ambulance come get her. She had taken her injection for her arthritis a week prior and thought she might have had a reaction to it. She went to the ER and had blood work done but they sent her home with a morphine shot and told her to sleep it off. She awoke 6 hours later, unable to speak or move. She was taken back to the hospital where they said they couldn't treat her. My ambulance service came and took her to a bigger hospital in a big city; this is where the story starts closing...... January 21, Granddad gathered us in the hospital waiting room and told us his decision to let her go. She passed early that morning. Grandad was the most composed man in the world.
Today, February 7, Grandad got out of bed and went into the garage to "go home" like he always does...... only this time, no alarms went off to alert any one...and this time, he got to go home.
Grandma always made sure everything was ready and prepared for Grandad, and I know that she had to go first to prepare things for his arival. 17 days was all she needed.
Grandma and myself were hopless romantics and we loved to share the stories of Nicholas Sparks. I believe this love story put his stories to shame. <3