today we went to my great grandmother’s house and she told us the story of the first time she met our great grandfather.
“he came up to me and asked ‘how does one go about asking an italian girl to marry him?’ and i said ‘well, it’s important to ask her parents, but it’s even more important to ask her.’ to which he said ‘alright then, will you marry me?’ and i said ‘okay.’”
my great grandmother grew up in italy and my great grandfather grew up in cleveland. he was off fighting in the war when he was stationed in the small italian village where she lived. she was the girl of his dreams.
it’s because of my great grandparents that i’ve never doubted true love. they were married for what would have been sixty-five years on june twenty-seventh. unfortunately, my great grandfather died two weeks ago. the funeral was on friday and the very last thing my great grandmother did before they closed his coffin was kiss her fingers and place them gently on his cheek.
