Today seemed to be a pretty good day, especially the more I reflect on it. For once I actually feel completely comfortable with a test, and if there is any semester I need to do amazing on this is the one. I mean its a really easy class, but it is a good confidence booster.
Tonight I also had a really good conversation with someone I hadn't really hung out with in awhile. We talked about some about relationships and what not, and that ran into does true love really exist. Now I have always been a huge supporter of true love, and tonight when I said that I tried to think of an example, but nothing came up. Then, a memory of mine that I forget about every once in awhile came to me and reminded me that true love really does exist. When my granddad died, at the funeral I felt probably the most vulnerable I have ever felt. I grew up with him and my grandmother and it just kind of hit me all at once that he was no longer there. Both of my grandparents were in not-so-good health situations and we were expecting the time to come, and even when I found out it didn't kill me at first. But at his funeral, I was the most emotional I have ever been. After it was over, and all the guests had left minus our family, my grandmother asked if she could see him one more time. We helped her up there, and she looked at him and said "He is as handsome as the first day I met him." This struck everyone pretty deep and more tears were flowing. A couple seconds after that statement, she asked "Can I kiss him?" This sent me over the edge. I had never seen this kind of devotion and love before, and it is amazing what it can do to someone. Here is my whole family fighting tears, except for my grandmother, who only had a couple streaming down her cheek. She loved him more than anyone will ever know and thats how I know that true love exists. Sometimes in life, it might look like it doesn't, but life experiences like these are what keep people going on the right path. Thinking about this moment makes me vulnerable and I'm not afraid to admit it.
It was a good day and a good night. Too bad they all can't be like this, but the good ones will always make up for the many bad ones, atleast thats how I see it.
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Agreed Tim...Heartfelt story :):)
My grandparents got married 3 days b/f pearl harbor and drove to California for their honeymoon. The first thing my grandmother wanted to do upon arriving in California was run into the Pacific Ocean. She was greeted by some army guys with rifles and told that the beach was not safe. My grandfather was shocked in a different way. He was in the military in high school and in college and he knew that this could only mean one thing for him...he had to report for duty, and he was shipped out several weeks later to Hawaii, then the Aluetians, then Leyte and finally, after 5 years being gone from his honeymoon, and new wife, he was shot in the ass and sent home...She waited for him, he was the only one...They had 7 kids in 10 years. They were married for over 50 years...She got altheizmers in the mid 90's and even though she could not speak to him, he drove 1 hour twice a week across Houston to see her for the next 15 years. At her funeral, he was in a trance...saying " I love you, I love you, I love you" as the casket closed....too much man..True love is there!!!!!!
Note to self--do not read your blog before I'm about to go on the air to do the news. I believe that true love is out there, and the story you told is one of those heartfelt stories that almost made me cry b/c it is so sad yet so sweet and reassuring. A big example that I've had in my life is the love between my grandparents as well--more recent though. Pretty much, my grandpa is in prison for a crime that he didn't do, and the first time my grandma had a chance to see him and hug him was a year after he was transferred from San Antonio to where he's currently at. Even though he isn't with her all the time (and may not be for another couple of years), the small time they are together, my mom describes, is a true example of love. Now, my parents love for each other is also on the list of examples, but the one that sticks in my mind is my grandparents', even through this heartache they deal with is constantly there. I just wish that love wasn't treated the way it is today among our generation--but we can hope that with examples as these, love can be respected and cherished once more!
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