Wednesday, June 13, 2007

My grandmother passed away on Christmas day 2002. She was 78 years old and had multiple health problems. A few days after her funeral, I was at her home with my grandfather. We were looking at a wall of pictures they have in the den. He picked up a picture of him and his bride on their wedding day. They were both young, slim, beautiful, happy people. He looked at that picture and then he looked at me and said, "This is how I saw her every day of my life." At that moment, I clearly understood what love is
Veronica Panerella