Please meet Gramps and Grummy. They are my great-grandparents. For those of you who know my family, Gramps and Grummy were Nana's parents.
Over Easter, my family got to talking about Gramps and Grummy, so I thought I share some of their story!
Having lived well into their nineties, I can only imagine all the things they saw in their lifetime. Wars, the invention of tv and internet, the Great Depression, their great-grandchildren - just to name a few. Gramps and Grummy passed away several years ago at 98 and 96 years old, respectively.
We learned later in their life that they were kind of rebels when they were young. Gramps drove a motocycle and had a huge clown tatoo on his arm. Grummy wore a short flapper dress on her wedding day.
Gramps and Grummy were married 78 years. 78 years. (Think abot that for a second!) They tied the knot at the ripe old ages of 20 and 17. Before they passed away, they made it clear they wanted their headstone to say how long they were married. Growing up, I didn't really understand what an accomplishment it was to be married for 78 years. Most people don't live that long, let alone have a marriage that spans almost eight decades.
Being a newlywed, I have a whole new appreciation for them. I think about everything that has happened in the three years Reagan and I have been together, and I wonder what kind of stories we'll have after a lifetime.
So, this post is dedicated to all the couples who have seen many decades of life together; and especially to Gramps Grammy. Lovers of their families, the Texas Rangers, the Lord, and each other.