I found out how strong my grandparents’ marriage was a few months before my grandmother passed away. It was my wedding day. We were all staying together at a church conference center; my entire family had driven from North Carolina to Indiana to help me celebrate. My 84-year old granddaddy was the pastor conducting the ceremony.
I was in my room getting ready and I heard my grandparents talking in their adjacent room. My grandmother was going over the ceremony with my granddaddy, who had retired from full-time pastoring a few years prior. He, unbeknownst to me, had been struggling with early signs of dementia. Unbeknownst to me, because my grandmother took such care of him.
“No, you have to emphasize this, not for, for this reason shall a man…”
and so on she went through the entire ceremony, again. She wanted it to be just right (because she…
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