This time has definitely brought a lot of reflection.
One thing I’ve been thinking a lot about is my grandparents.
Aren’t they dashing? Meet Agnes and Vance, or to me, Nanny and Grandpa.
They were married for 70 years and were still holding hands until the last day.
An accomplishment for sure!
Even crazier, Grandpa was Nanny’s secondhusband. You read that right, her second marriage lasted 70 years. That’s gotta be a world’s record!
Her first husband, Sam Fulton, died in their first year of marriage during the Swine Flu pandemic. He was 21 years old. It was Christmas Day and she was three months pregnant with their first child (Sam Jr.).
That had to be A LOT to handle, finding yourself a single working mother in the 1920’s. I imagine it was overwhelming, heartbreaking and seemingly unbearable, feelings similar to those many of us are experiencing right now.
She later met my Grandpa, married and had two more kids, Carolyn and Tom (my dad).
I guess if Big Sam (as our family always referred to him) hadn’t passed away, I wouldn’t be here, well at least not in my current form.
I’m not going to get all “everything happens for a reason” on you, but in these uncertain and unprecedented times, I have only faith to turn to.
Keep the faith.