Everyone Farts

The love of a mother runs far and deep in the soul of every woman. My grandmother, Molly is one of the strongest women I have every been blessed to know. Recently, she lost the love of her life after nearly 50 years together as husband and wife. Through many children, both together and from previous relationships there love remained as strong as it was in the beginning. As I sat in the hospital with my family, I watched as my grandmother said goodbye to the man she loved. It was then in the final hours of my grandfathers life that I realized what love meant to her. Love meant never saying goodbye, even when she knew it would be a while before they would be together again. Love meant remembering what it is about eachother that has kept them falling in love with eachother all over again as the years passed. As my family held on and prayed for a miracle I understood in my heart that the only person that my grandfather was holding on to was his wife, Molly. He died peacfully with his wife by his side, but only after she said it was okay to let go, she'll be okay and will see him real soon. I will never forget my grandfather, while I was not as close to him as some of his grandchildren, I believe my distance allowed me to see the man he truly was. I live everyday knowing that I hold in my heart the hope and faith that allows me to love a man just as deeply as my grandmother loved him and for that I am one of the luckest women on earth.