At age thirty-five, my grandmother was widowed with five children to raise. At age seventy-seven, she finally re-married. Russ was a long-time friend who showed up one day with flowers and a question. As the story goes, my grandma said, "What took you so long to ask?!" Today they celebrated their fifth wedding anniversary. My dad said he took them for lunch at Bob Evans and a ride in the country (And he tried not to notice all the smooching in the backseat.).
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