Sixty five years

Sixty five years ago today my paternal grandparents were married.  They were wed in my grandmother's parents' living room by a Rev. Floyd.  I remember that my parents had us all go out to dinner for their 40th anniversary, and then my aunt, uncle, & cousins gathered together at my parents' house for their 50th.  Grandpa passed away less than two weeks before their 54th anniversary.  He had suffered for over seven years with Parkinson's disease, and spent the final seven weeks of his life in a nursing home.  Grandma had been such a devoted, conscientious, and selfless caregiver during his disease.  I was heartbroken when he passed, not only because I would miss him, but because I knew how much Grandma had loved him.  I know they had so many wonderful years together, and I'm sure Grandma feels like it went by in the blink of an eye.  I'm very grateful for the 30 years I had him in my life, and I'm very grateful for the example of dedicated love I was able to witness!