A Love Story

So if you don't go on Facebook, yesterday was Valentine's Day. The braggiest of all holidays designed to make most people feel inferior, sad and suicidal. And even though I am a member of the love elite, yesterday was not a day of romantic love for me. Last week, my grandfather passed away and yesterday, he was laid to rest finally at peace. It was a very sad day but also one filled with memories. Lots of good memories. My grandpa was awesome and he had the goofiest smile and laugh. I'd never seen any photos of my grandparents' wedding in 1960 until yesterday. They both literally look the same. Older, but exactly the same. 

Their first date was on Valentine's Day, at least 50 years ago. 52+ Valentine's Days with the same person. As bitter as I was feeling about the terribleness of other people's happiness on Facebook all day, this gave me some comfort. 

See that smile? We actually drove by the place where this cake was from yesterday in SW DC. The bakery is no longer there but my grandma and my great uncle were reminiscing about it. Apparently it would have a line around the block on Sundays. 

Anyway, I guess this post wasn't really supposed to be about romantic love, but deep love. And love that stays with us forever. I don't have many family members that are married anymore. I almost feel like commitment is dead and divorce is king. I understand that staying in an unhealthy relationship is bad for everyone involved and I would never advocate for someone to stay in a terrible relationship, but there is something nice about commitment to not only a person, but to a family. And I know that is what my grandpa loved in life - his family.