This was sent to me by Miranda Jackson
My grandparents were married for over half a
century, and played
special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of
was to write the word "shmily" in a
surprise place for the other to
find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the
house, and as soon as
discovered it, it was their turn to hide it
once more. They dragged
with their fingers through the sugar and
flour containers to await
was preparing the next meal.
They smeared it in the dew on the windows
overlooking the patio
grandma always fed us warm, homemade
pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on
the mirror after a hot
where it would reappear bath after bath. At
one point, my
unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to
leave "shmily" on the
sheet. There was no end to the places
"shmily" would pop up.
Little notes with "shmily" scribbled
hurriedly were found on
car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The
notes were stuffed
and left under pillows.
"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the
mantel and traced in the
the fireplace. This mysterious word was as
much a part of my
house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I was able to
fully appreciate my
game. Skepticism has kept me from believing
in true love - one that
enduring. However, I never doubted my
had love down pat. It was more than their
flirtatious little games; it
Their relationship was based on a devotion
and passionate affection
everyone is lucky enough to experience.
Grandma and Grandpa held
chance they could. They stole kisses as
they bumped into each other
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 and old he had grown to
be. She claimed that she really knew "how
to pick 'em." Before
they bowed their heads and gave thanks,
marveling at their
wonderful family, good fortune, and each
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
breast cancer. The disease had first
appeared ten years earlier. As
Grandpa was with her every step of the way.
He comforted her in
room, painted that way so that she could
always be surrounded by
even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her
body. With the help of a
grandfather's steady hand, they went to
church every morning.
But my grandmother grew steadily weaker
until, finally, she could
the house anymore. For a
while, Grandpa would go to church alone,
praying to God to watch
wife. Then one day, what
we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma
It was scrawled in yellow on the
pink ribbons of my
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
last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and,
breath, he began to sing to her.
Through his tears and grief, the song came,
a deep and throaty
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never
forget that moment. For I
although I couldn't begin to fathom the
depth of their love, I had
privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
See How Much I Love You.
Pass this on to some of your friends and
family and tell them how
love them, for there may not be another day that you will talk to
"He who loses wealth loses much;
he who loses a friend loses more;
but he that loses courage loses all."
Friends are those rare people who ask how
you are and then wait to
answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but
the greatest of these
Corinthians I 13:13
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