This is a writing exercise that I started with my writer’s group. The prompt: A photo of my friend’s grandparents.
I remember when we were married. It was 1945. The war had just ended and the world was a different place. Most of the places we used to go were gone; piles of rubble where we used to dance.
I remember when we had Ruth. We wondered about bringing a child into the world when it was a world that had tried to destroy itself twice over in half a century, but she stopped the world from exploding.
I remember when your father died. It was like part of you died, too. I wanted you to be more of the same after that but you couldn’t. And that was okay.
I remember when Ruth got sick. We were so scared of losing her and what that would mean for us. She pulled through just as we did.
We were married 65 years ago today.
We were only kids ourselves when we were married, but we made it together. I’ve loved you all my life. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today.
Happy anniversary, darling.