Today is my grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary.
I always remember something that my aunt said to me in the stairwell of the hospital as we were leaving after he passed. I can’t remember the reason, but it was just the two of us who decided to take the stairs. Everyone else (I think) went in the elevator. Anyway, we were in the stairwell and she sobbed, “I always pictured that Grandma and Grandpa would be that little old couple together in their 90s, celebrating anniversaries.”
We’ll always celebrate their anniversary. Happy sixtieth, Rosie & Louie. Your love has inspired all of us to do better. I love you more.