So much depends
A red note
Filled with my grandmother’s elegant script.
An abbreviated chapter of my family’s epic.
A Midwestern wedding, October 4, 1944, before Grandpa shipped over-seas
Exactly 24 years later,
74 years from their wedding day, this page in history feels pre-destined.
That their three-month romance would bloom for 63 years.
So in love. Always.
And make us.
War works in mysterious ways.
Read the red notebook.
My Grandma will tell you.