My Grandma’s high school boyfriend, Jim, called her up a few months ago to plan a high school reunion.
They are both 81 and widowed.
Then they had another phone call. And another. Which turned into a visit. And then, they fell in love all over again.
My Grandma started smiling again. Our talks started to be about her future instead of her past.
She became herself again. I guess the same thing happened to Jim. His daughter called my grandma and thanked her for ‘helping her dad smile again.’
Not many people marry their prom date…but tomorrow my Grandma gets to marry hers, even if it is 64 years after prom!
Credit: Anna Harris
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I miss you so much, my beloved grandma.
Whenever I visited my grandmother, she would cut up fruit for me.
I was around 8 years old when I realized she always peeled and cut these sweet fruits for me, but never ate any of them.
That’s when I had this great idea to always leave a piece for her.
Every time she collected my bowl, she huffed, “Why are you always leaving one left? Is it not hard to eat one more piece?” and finished it for me.
Now, she is too old to use a knife. Whenever I visit her, I cut some fruit for her. I don’t cut any for myself, but luckily for me, she is always leaving a piece for me.
