I first met his grandparents in the summer of 2006 after we started dating. I remember the first time walking into their house, getting blasted back to past from the smell of it. Strangely enough, their basement smelled exactly like my own Grandma Lorraine's house, who passed away in 2003. Even then, I knew it was a good sign that Jake and I were meant to be! At this point, Rollie was already diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease, but he was still living at home being cared for by Lorraine. Jake used to tell me all sorts of stories about things he would do with his Grandpa, the bottling company Rollie ran for many years and that Jake worked for as a teenager, and all the work around his grandparents' house that he would help with. Jake used to say "I wish you could have met my Grandpa before he got sick," but even now I can still see the twinkling in his eye of the perpetual joker that everyone tells me he used to be, and that's all I need to see to love him dearly! Eventually the disease's progression became too overwhelming, and Rollie was moved into the nursing home a block away from their home. Lorraine hasn't slowed down one bit, though, since I met her. She visits Rollie numerous times each day, still does his laundry, and even just washed her car by hand this past week! She's going to be 89 this year, but with the way she still moves around and how sharp her mind still is you'd never know it!
Lorraine met Jake and I at the nursing home yesterday afternoon around 4 o'clock. Rollie was listening to some oldies on his Ipod, and besides being a little tired, seemed to be in good spirits. We sat down with them both, chatted about what was new, and showed them pictures of our garden and from our honeymoon in Jamaica. Jake and his Grandpa shared a beer together, and we took some pictures. They were just amazed at the technology of the digital camera, being able to see the picture right away!
Jake and Rollie sharing a Hub City Brown Ale. |
Tom Brokaw rightly called their generation "The Greatest Generation" for their sense of duty, love, and practicality. I lament that my own generation doesn't have more of those three things, three things still so evident in his grandparents today. We talked with his grandparents about all the hard work they had to do, raising their families, working without technology, through the Great Depression and numerous wars. But it was that kiss between two people who had made it through tough times and good that spoke volumes. I hope that someday Jake and I can live up to their standards of duty, love, and practicality. Because if it ends with a kiss like that, it'll all have been worth it.
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