This story was prompted by a discussion amongst blog buddies. We were discussing “untold stories”. I have a story. I was almost afraid to share it with the group as I though my story isn’t about over coming adversity, or health issues or traumas. My story is old school romance that would warm even the coldest of hearts.
Take a seat! Make a cuppa, grab some tissues and enjoy.
Ill set the scene – its the early 1950s bad boy meet upper class girl, girls family disapprove. Bad boy gets the hint and runs away to the Navy. Lets roll on five years. Bad boy returns to his old stomping group and bumps into said girl. She is upset. She was engaged and her husband to be had a gambling problem and has just sold the furniture of the house they had planned to move into when they got married to pay his debts. She was distraught. She is comforted by bad boy, two years later they were married. He gave her a locket that day with a picture of him and her when they were 21 (when they first met) in it.
They were the epitome of the popular hash tag used today of “couple goals”. My Granada had a deep love and respect for my Nannie that reflected in everything he did. If my two boys grow up to respect woman even half of what he did ill know I did my job well.
Lets jump to the 1980s their two kids grown up and married themselves (one being my own dad). My Nannie was outside cleaning and lost her wedding ring. She was utterly distraught. My Granda searched, the neighbours searched but it was not to be the ring was gone.
Ten years later and my Grandas world come crashing down, my Nannie, his beloved wife passed away. I was only young yet I remember it like it was yesterday. My Granda gave me the locket that he gave her before they got married, the date of July 1956 inscribed on the front and black and white pictures of my grandparents when they were 21. That is my most treasured possession.
From memory it was about two years later, my Dad came running in from the hall way after being on the house phone. My Granda had been out cleaning the shores that had become blocked and had found my Nannies wedding ring. It has been sitting in a little crack just below the shore in their back garden all this time. That was the turning point, he knew then everything was going to be ok. She was watching over him.
My Granda, my best friend passed away in 2015. I have written about him before. He was the kind of man that left a lasting impression wherever he went. What I would give for five minutes more. Maybe one day who knows.
The necklace I wear has the words “Miss me but let me go” as a tribute to our final conversation…….I do try to follow it…… missing you is easy its the letting go that will never be.