My grandmother died in November of ‘93. My Grandfather died the same day, same hour, 7 years later. He woke up from a mini-come (had throat cancer) and asked my aunt, “What date is it?” She told him.
He was dead within the hour. I never heard of a happier person. The previous seven years all he wanted was to go “home” to be with “mama” his pet name for my grandmother. I look forward to seeing them again someday.
Beautiful stuff.
“....to go “home” to be with “mama”
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You think a “same sex marriage” will have this type of ending?