A kiss is still a kiss... as time goes by
Today my grandfather, who was widowed in 2004, remarried. The combined ages of the bride and groom -- 171! Wow! The newlyweds are headed off to Brown County State Park for their honeymoon. During their courtship, this adventerous couple went canoeing, snowshoeing, dogsledding, and camping out in "the Bambi" (Grampy's small rv), and I'm sure they have many more adventures ahead of them. It's truly wonderful to see love blossom at such a ripe old age. So often we think of old people as nothing more than their ailments, or as frail, fragile and unconnected to the vibrancy of life. It's good to remember that people are people at any age, that love and affection fill our hearts just as strongly at 89 as they do at 29 or 49. That, as the song says, a kiss is still a kiss. I'm glad my grandfather has found a wonderful woman to share his life, and that Anna has found a wonderful guy to share her life with. It's a bit odd feeling, to get a step grandmother when one is 41, and my dad suddenly has inherited seven step brothers and sisters at the age of 62, but the expansion of the circle of loved ones can only be a good thing.