On this day, 65 years ago, my grandfather and grandmother were married – in the same church Adam and I were also married in.
Nan is recovering from her stroke in February, and was last week discharged from her rehab ward at the hospital to enter a care facility. It has been a stressful time for the family, but she was well enough to get a pass to leave on the weekend to go to mum’s house, to celebrate and have cake with those who were able to make the small party. We were not there, but they’ve not left our thoughts in months.
65 years. How wonderfully, utterly remarkable.
Happy anniversary – we love you both.
