Author Brian Andreas writes about his Grandmother’s most famous quote, “Of course I believe in Heaven…there’s got to be some reward for living with your Grandfather all these years.”
In an age where marriage is no different than a summer dress or warm jacket you can return to Wal-Mart…soon to be lost will be the golden words of the people who brought us to the party.
If time could give me a machine to race back to a childhood I’d spend the entire day asking my mother’s parents adult questions. You can’t help but wonder if you’ll be like them during that moment when love separates the rules between birth and death and one of you walks in. Grandpa Dobrenz swears his wife stopped in to visit him everyday. What is it like to be so much in love that death doesn’t sever the strings that played the romantic music flowing through the air like a gentle breeze?
Indifference is the opposite of love and when you’re not jacked up on that rush the automatic thing to do is hit the dump button.
Couples married twenty five plus years come with magic powers—no one is prone to the unpredictable measures of here, there and nowhere in between…but within the unwritten chapters of heart beats and invisible songs we sing…those who’ve been married longest tend to use Harry Potter dust on the areas of life where living seems dry.
Teens, twenties and thirties we’re convinced having vocal volume is the secret to getting what you want. Something mystical unwraps its mighty forces along the way when being who you are is extremely important without having to waste the energy required to keep you what you are. There’s no need to use vocal strength when the color of your eyes motivate more motion. All Mom has to do is flash a look from the corner of her eye and Dad’s rockin the joint.
I once asked a married couple of sixty two years what drove their love toward the winning homerun at the World Series; while he jokingly replied, “You learn to do everything she says…” Like a true Hollywood starlet she glanced up at her guy with the most innocent smile and didn’t say a thing. Instantly he got lost in her eyes.
Love is harshly tested every year at this time. The closer we get to the 365th day the more difficult it becomes for some to see past the calendar. Therefore decisions are made that ultimately control the rest of your life. I don’t know what the secret of love is and if I were to ask the emails would be endless, each answer being just as unique as the hand held that unforgettable day when the minister mumbled, “Until death do you part.”
There’s either a lot of dying going on or such words now carry a newly defined meaning…
Personally I wouldn’t know what to do without my best friend and wife Lee. I often wonder what she did wrong before she met me to be sentenced to a lifetime of having to put up with a poet that never sleeps while chasing the craziest of dreams. That’s the book I want to write next; the success of belief. Somewhere in the channels of a river there’s always a sliver of water that wishes to one day make it to the ocean only to be picked up by a passing cloud and tossed back down on a mountain side to do it all over again. You’d have to be in love with rocks, ugly tree roots, a child’s toy boat and a billion other things to pull this off because at any given moment…a single drop can be pulled from the stream and laid out to dry in what eternity calls forever. And it’s my belief the trickle of a stream would spend the rest of its days calling out to the one that told the tale of this single body of something special called the ocean.
If time could give me a machine to race back to a childhood I’d spend the entire day asking my mother’s parents adult questions.
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