A Tie

44 days after losing his sweetheart on Valentine's Day, my granddad's heart decided, yesterday, that enough was enough. After 62 years of marriage, I suppose forty-four days was more than anyone could take. Although losing both of them within forty-four days, is a bit more than my heart can take.

I can vividly remember a conversation I witnessed, as a young adult, between the two of them. They were bickering, in that way that people who've been married for a lifetime do, about their health and each others lifestyle attitudes. Each believed they would live longer than the other. They ended the conversation by saying to each other, "Well, we'll see won't we?" And since that day, I have sat quietly wondering, from time to time, who would be right. Never in all my thoughts, did I ever consider the outcome would be like this.

 My grandparents, winners of the Kroehler Picnic three-legged race 1946.

There is only one way I can call this race. 

A tie.

I'll be away for a few days, until then,
~Be well friends~