What is it about an old couple's love that endures for years...
I went to a funeral weekend before last for my play grandmother. I hate funerals and for a minute when I was younger had written them off. I didn't care who died, I wasn't going. I had to get over that quick...loosing close friends in high school and college.

Oh, her death was unexpected, she was old and in a nursing home but no expected her to pass, but who does expect death? Maybe that's my guilt talking for not taking time out of my busy schedule to go and see her especially so she could Zoe. It makes her loss all the more painful.

I remember her as loving but mean even though she truly wasn't mean. Just a little selfish considering she had no children of her own and liked things her way. And it had to be her way. He knew it too and loved and accepted her all the same. He, being her husband had lost her once when he could no longer care for her and had to put her in a nursing home. He wasn't in the best health either...and now she was gone again. Most of my pain is his pain. She married at 16, he being a couple years older. She was 82 or 83 when she passed. He had already had other children by then and she had already been married, divorced and miscarried.

It amazes me. Old people, their love, I just love to watch them. How they carefully and lovingly interact with each other. The stories they must share between them.

Again I ponder...what is it?