I will never forget the way my grandma first reacted when she saw her beloved husband laying in the coffin for the first time.
She cried. She put her aged arms lovingly around his neck and held him. I heard her whisper, "I love you Lloyd." I cried. So grateful I could witness their love one last time. The love that I will always and continue to try to emulate.
I drove to pick up my kids after the viewing, turning the radio trying to find sappy love songs at a time I was really missing my husband.
A feeling of disgust came over me. None of these people even knew what love was. How can I turn to this music to make me feel the way I felt at the funeral home just hours before.
I turned it off.
I wanted to remember the feeling of true love.
I wanted to be in the arms of my husband.
Thank you grandpa. Thank you for loving the way I wish to love.
p.s. I am not pregnant. I just look it. My dad told me I could use a few sit-ups.
Until we meet again...I love you, grandpa.