by Old romance stories are the best. My grandparents have a similar one.
It was the during World War 2 and my grandpa was 19 and my grandma was 17. She was the daughter of poor Irish immigrants and her brothers would later become millionaires. My grandma didnt care about money, though, only love.
My grandpa wanted to marry her right then and there but my grandmas dad said shes too young, and to wait two years. He agreed. My grandpa was drafted and he was deployed- but the next day, the war ended. He came back, waited out the two years, and married her. She told him she wanted a big family and he agreed- he just didnt realize how big.
She went on to have 7 kids biologically and adopt 8 more, one being my dad from Korea, his black and half black sisters, his brother whos half black half Korean, his Mexican sister, his brother who was born addicted to drugs and later died of epilepsy. She adopted this diverse group of children and fostered many more at a time when the small town they lived in was very, very white.
My grandpa loved her, was the quiet gentle kind while my grandma was a talkative fiery woman. When he died a bench was made in the park near their house where they raised their kids with his name and a quote from him youll always have a friend. Shell sit there sometimes and pretend hes next to her, like he was for almost 70 years.
