So today was Grandmother's funeral. It wasn't a surprise, because we've been expecting her passing since we found out she had terminal leukemia. But it was difficult to say goodbye. She would have been pleased with the service, I think, although quite embarrassed by all the wonderful [and true] things people said about her. My mom cannot remember her mother ever losing her temper. Ever. I wish my children could say that about me.
I loved hearing my Aunt Joyce talk about her parents' courtship, and their marriage. My grandpa is 2 years older than my grandmother, and they dated all her senior year. But she was determined to be a nurse, and had been accepted into the program at the Salt Lake General Hospital. At the time, if you were training to be a nurse, they would kick you out if you got married. So grandpa waited for her for almost 4 years while she finished her training and qualified as an RN. And then they married. I remember as a young child thinking how *nice* they were to each other- it was obvious that they loved and respected each other. I think of them whenever I hear the word "cherish."
And now I'm teary again.
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