Another test

Just a few minutes ago, my second son, Scott, called to let me know that his PePe (Grandfather) had just passed. 
My first thought is to pray for my boys that they can be strong in the face of yet another loss in our family.
My first husband’s parents had one of the greatest, personal love stories that I’ve known.  They met like this: Lee was dating the sister of Rita.  He had come to pick up the sister while home on leave back in the 40’s.  When Rita opened the door, Lee’s heart was stolen away. They got married on his next leave.  This love story started in Mass. They moved here to Long Beach, CA., in the 1950’s and lived in the same house they bought way back then, I think for around $13,000.00. They adopted two boys, Mark, my husband, my two oldest boys father, and an older boy.   Lee worked for telephone company for ever….doing crazy stuff like having to fix/supervise live lines that  had fallen. Stuff like that. in the dead of night, .but what I want to say is how they behaved with one another. How he behaved towards his wife.  It was like they were on their honeymoon all the time.  Respectful adoration which to me, was foreign.   Still is, truth be told, they and my Godparents are the only true loves I have experienced. They taught me a lot. Even though we haven’t seen one another in many, many years and I may not have stayed married to their son, but I gotta say it has to do with what I saw true love to be, what I witnessed with the love those two shared. Thanks Lee, may you rest in peace, and thanks to you Rita, I know your heart has passed this earth but of course you and your precious love will meet again soon.

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