Grandma went to the hospital on Monday. Don't worry, it was a little bit of a scare, but it is just an infection and she will be out before tomorrow. I stopped by to visit her after work yesterday and we were able to chat for about an hour, just the two of us.
For those of you who don't know, my grandparents have one of the sweetest love stories of all time, and they very obviously love and adore each other. Grandpa served his mission in Argentina. Grandma is from a beautiful city called Mar del Plata. Her and her family were some of the earliest converts in their area, so obviously, Grandpa got to know them fairly well on his mission. When he returned home, he stayed in touch with my grandma's family through snail mail. Grandma was the oldest girl and would respond on behalf of the family. Now, she was 7 years older and had a child, so no one ever suspected anything. But they fell in love and Grandpa decided he wanted to fly her to the United States and marry her.
Yesterday, Grandma told me that when Grandpa had asked her to marry him, she was not sure how to respond. She didn't know any English, her parents did not want her to leave, she had a son, and she had only known my grandpa as an elder. She said that she thought about it for weeks and one morning she woke up and just knew. She told me how she wrote him and accepted his proposal and her face lit up just talking about it.
They are always together. They have become one and when they have to leave each other, they take it hard, but the reunions are always so sweet. They are constantly holding hands and still speak so kindly and gently with one another. They have been married for 47 years. Someday, I hope to have a love so strong. It's truly adorable.
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