Feb 4, 1951. On this day, fifty-eight years ago, my grandparents married. 58 years. That’s a long time.
Long enough to share the joy of growing a family including the birth of 3 children, 5 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. Long enough to celebrate together a lifetime of accomplishments and achievements. Long enough to support one another through the hardships and difficulties that happen throughout a life lived together.
My grandma has Alzheimer’s. In her mind, she no longer remembers my grandfather. On this day, 58 years after declaring “I Do” before God, family, and friends, my grandpa is celebrating, for the first time, an anniversary without his bride, reflecting back, I’d imagine, over the course of their years together and wondering why. Why her? Why him? Why them? This is what I am wondering as my heart breaks for him.