Thankful for my Aunt to have kept this — worth sharing for this Valentine season. This is a real deal of true love reflected by an object from the past.
Take me back to when I would escape from our home and ran to my (paternal) grandparents’ house, watch TV and play around while my grandfather negotiates and weighs copra and abaca aback, my grandmother arriving before noon time from the eatery she owned and managed, preparing for us sumptuous meals. Growing up, I’ve never seen them argue. They were always helpful to each other. They were calm, caring and loving. Not just to the family but to the neighbors, as well.
I can only say good things about them and how they kept each other. My grandmother though, had a heart attack in 1988 to cause her last breath. My grandfather left us on the saddest Christmas Eve of 2010 due to CVA. And as I’ve wholeheartedly remarked for his eulogy, he devoted his years after my Grandma’s passing looking over his grandchildren. He spent a lot of time drawing for us, helping us with our assignments, sharing good laughs and staying up late at night to watch TV with us.
As I repeatedly read through the simple yet expressive words, I come to a thought bubble that what the world needs is really basic. Simple. Bare-boned.
LOVE. Pure, old-fashioned, never goes out of style Love. Ridiculous, spontaneous, oozing, kind of love. Fearless, bold, unstoppable love.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Folks! 😘