They got married 65 years ago. They were halfway through their 63rd year together. They met as they sat opposite each other, visiting their respective Mum's in hospital.
They were so strong together, like two pillars that stood side by side. They were so connected that they only had 11 days apart before Gran passed away. They had their funeral together. At the time it was like Pappy went first, which he technically did. But it became clear that Gran's heart was already seriously failing long before and Pappy actually had a very simple ailment (that could have been solved if it weren't for certain factors) which came up whilst Gran was already letting go and leading the way.
They taught me so much about the masculine and feminine interacting. It wasn't always sunshine and yes. For example, before they were married and before they started a life together, Pappy had a time where he wasn't sure. Perhaps he wasn't ready to commit and face what he needed to face. Perhaps he wasn't sure he was enough. Perhaps he didn't know what he wanted. He only revealed that he had taken a step back when he was in hospital, as if he needed to tell us all and get it off his chest. But, again, like he always consistently showed to me outside, the masculine within him stood up and he decided to be consistent and be there. He chose her and she chose him.
I know the story doesn't often end like that...I've been there one million+ times where it hasn't. And I know why and my part in it. And it's exactly what I am resolving within myself here right now.
Gran and Pappy, whilst I sleep, give me all the wisdom you have and consistency you showed each other so that my masculine in me can be available and provide what my feminine needs. So that my feminine can be available to my masculine. So that they can unite in the way that you did and stand together in harmony and support of each other so that I can feel this wholeness and togetherness and integrity within me. Thank you. I love you.