My grandmother and my grandfather were married for over 50 years. I can only imagine what brought my grandmother, a native Canadian, here to the U.S. in the first place. They didn't have much, and they both had to have jobs. They kept my mother, her sister, and her brother clothed and in private Catholic schools from elementary through high school. Their love never faltered. My grandfather had a stroke, and then developed some rare form of cancer. Through it all, my grandmother was there. In the end, when he was slowly dying, she was there. This thin, frail old woman dragged a rickety, uncomfortable cot into the living room every night, just to sleep by his side. In 50 years, they had rarely, if ever, slept apart. Within six months of his death, my grandmother followed. I couldn't be sad at her funeral; I know she's happier there with him than here without him.
Now that's love.
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