My grandparents were married for ov

My grandparents were married for over half a century, was to write the word “Shmily” in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving “Smily” around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged “Smily” with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to wait whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. “Shmily” was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave Shmily on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places “Shmily” would pop up. Little notes with “Shmily” scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. “Shmily” was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents’ house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents’ game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love- one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents’ relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and grandpa held hands ever chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other’s sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old man he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew “how to pick ‘em”. Before every meal they bowed heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessing: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents’ life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that color so she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was once again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather’s steady hand, they still went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. “Shmily. It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother’s funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins, and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother’s casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Though his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.

Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew then that, although I couldn’t begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty. S-H-M-I-L-Y: See How Much I Love You

Thank you , Grandpa and Grandma, for letting me see.

Laura Jeanne Alien

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My ouma en oupa getroud vir meer as 'n halwe eeu, was die woord "Shmily" in 'n verrassing plek vir die ander om uit te vind skryf. Want hulle het beurte verlaat "Smily" rondom die huis, en soos met spoedig net so met 'n mens se hulle dit ontdek, was dit hul beurt om weg te steek is dit eens opname meer. Want hulle gesleep "Smily" met hul vingers deur die suiker en meel houers om: wag elkeen wat voorberei die volgende maaltyd. Hulle gesmeer dit in die dou op die vensters wat uitkyk oor die patio waar my ouma altyd gevoed ons warm, tuisgemaakte nagereg met 'n blou voedselkleursel. "Shmily" is in die stoom geskryf links op die spieël na 'n warm stort, waar dit bad sal weer verskyn nadat bad. 'N Mens se punt die By, my ouma selfs 'n hele rol toiletpapier Die Shmily is afgerol om 'n verlof op die baie blad vir laaste. Daar was die geen einde aan die plekke "Shmily" sou 'n pop-up close-up. Klein notas met "Shmily" haastig gekrap is gevind op dashboards en motor sitplekke, of op band opgeneem om stuurwiele. Die notas is gestop binne skoene en links onder kussings. "Shmily" is in die stof geskryf oor die mantel en opgespoor in die as van die kaggel. Geheimsinnige woord was hierdie veel as 'n deel van die grootouers my huis as met die meubels. Dit het my 'n lang tyd 'n I van die voor was in staat om ten volle waardeer die my die grootouers se spel. Skeptisisme het my nie toegelaat glo in ware liefde- een wat suiwer en blywende. Maar ek het nooit my oupa en ouma se getwyfel verhouding. Hulle het liefde af klop. Dit was meer as hul flirterend bietjie speletjies ; dit was leefwyse. Verhouding gebaseer hy hulle op 'n passievolle en Toewyding van liefde die wat nie almal is gelukkig genoeg om te ervaar. Ouma en Oupa se telefoon hande gehou die ooit kans want hulle kon. Hulle steel soen toe daardie manne in elke gestamp ander in hul klein kombuis. Hulle klaar mekaar se sinne en gedeelde die daaglikse blokkiesraaisel en woord mengelmoes. My ouma aan my gefluister oor hoe oulik my oupa was, hoe mooi 'n ou man wat hy geword het om te wees. Sy beweer dat sy regtig geweet "hoe om 'em tel". Elke maaltyd vir hulle vir Voordat 'n geboë hoofde en nadat Hy gedank het, verwonder oor hulle seën. 'N wonderlike familie, goeie fortuin, en mekaar , maar daar was 'n donker wolk is in die grootouers my se lewe :: my ouma het borskanker. Die siekte het eers tien jaar vroeër verskyn . Soos altyd, Oupa was saam met haar elke stap van die pad. HAAR getroos in die Hy hulle geel kamer, geverf kleur sodat sy kan deur die altyd die omring word deur die son, sy is selfs die toe van te siek is! Gaan na buite. Nou is die kanker weer aanval sodra opname was haar liggaam. Met die hulp van 'n kierie en my vaste hand oupa se hulle het nog kerk toe elke oggend. Maar my ouma gegroei swakker totdat, uiteindelik, sy kon nie die huis nie verlaat nie. Vir 'n rukkie, sal Oupa gaan alleen kerk, bid tot God om te waak oor sy vrou. Op 'n dag, wat ons almal bang is uiteindelik gebeur het. Ouma was weg. "Shmily. Dit is geskribbel in geel op die pienk linte van begrafnis ruiker my ouma se. Soos die skare uitgedun en die laaste roubeklaers omdraai om te gaan, my tannies, ooms, neefs, en ander familielede het na vore gekom en rondom Ouma vir oulaas. Oupa optrek om kis my ouma se en, met 'n wankelrige asem, het hy begin om te sing om haar. En 'n sy trane Hoewel hartseer, die lied kom, 'n diep-en keel lullaby. Skud met my eie verdriet, ek van wil van deur daardie oomblik nooit vergeet nie. Want ek het toe geweet dat, hoewel ek kan nie begin om die diepte van hul liefde peil, ek het die voorreg gehad om te getuig sy ongeëwenaard skoonheid nie. SHMILY: sien hoeveel ek van Love You Dank die aanleiding jy, Ouma en Oupa se vir die verhuring van my sien. Laura die Jeanne van uitheemse