1) My Paternal Grandparents on their wedding day in the early 1940’s, 2) Years later, they share a kiss, still madly in love.
Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world
– Nicholas Sparks
My grandparents were an inspiration when it comes to true love. I’ve never met any two people more in love than them. I passed by the place my Nana grew up today and it got me thinking about them as a couple. In this day and age, it’s very easy to dismiss the idea of true love and happily ever after, especially with roughly 50% of marriages in the U.S. ending in divorce and the rest of the world quickly catching up. I, however, believe in true love and I have my grandparents to thank for that. Their story is kind of like a fairy tale. They knew each other way back in the early 1920’s when they were babies. The story goes that they used to hold hands from their prams when they were just toddlers. How could a story like that not end in love? I’m not 100% sure of all of the details but to my knowledge my Granddad went to England to work in his late teens or early twenties. When he returned, they fell in love. They were married in the early 1940’s and lived happily until she passed away over 50 years later in 1997. I was only 8 years old when she died but I still remember the way they looked at each other. Like a lot of women, she often rolled her eyes and dismissed the things he said but while he grumbled at the television she would stand against the door frame with a dish towel over her shoulder and her hand on her hip and smile at him. You could see it in her eyes that she loved him dearly. My Granddad, however, wasn’t so shy about his love for her. It’s important to remember that this was a man who was born in the 1920’s. Men weren’t exactly known for showing their emotions then but when it came to my Nana, he didn’t care. He gushed about her all the time and, for him, there was no-one quite like her in the world. She was a wonderfully strong woman and demanded respect that a lot of women in 1950’s Ireland didn’t receive. She was tough and independent but the most important thing to her was her family and I suppose while he worked and provided for his family, he was happy for her to take control. I’m sure it wasn’t always simple but it appeared that she made the rules but if he wanted to have his say, he did, and she respected it. No marriage or relationship is perfect but it worked perfectly well for them for over 50 years. My Granddad lived for 14 years after my Nana passed away. He kept photographs of her everywhere and although he didn’t talk about her every day, he mentioned her regularly. When he spoke about her, his eyes lit up with the same love and it never changed. He still loved her just as much and he spent his remaining years waiting for the day they would meet again. I really believe they were destined to be together. How could a story so perfect not make you believe in true love?