“Ok. George, please read that to me now, will you?”
“Dear Mrs. D’Souza,
I haven’t told you this, as many times as I would have liked to. But today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, I must. Please forgive me for not being the husband you deserve. But let me tell you that you have been the best wife, the best mother and the best grandmother ever. Thank you for being by my side all these years, through thick and thin. I thank God for choosing you for me.
I love you.
The guza D’Souza”
The moment I read the word guza, grandpa burst into laughter. “Guza” in Croatian means “ass”. He had picked the word from his visit to Croatia many years ago and grandma used it to tease him.
“Did you get the bouquet of pink roses?”
“Yes, have put it on the table”
“Perfect. Now keep this letter by its side and let’s go hide. She would be here any moment”
It was my grandparents’ golden jubilee wedding anniversary and we had all gathered at our ancestral home. Grandpa was no longer able to write well with his shaky hands and therefore dictated me to write the letter for him. It was the cutest thing I could ever imagine. His idea was to surprise grandma when she returns home from her regular church visit. However, she never came back. We lost her to a biker’s reckless driving.
Nine years later, he can’t remember what he ate for dinner last night but remembers the exact words of that undelivered letter, every time I visit him in the care home. Alzheimer’s and dementia have wiped out most of his memories, but not that one. Maybe, because true love can’t be erased that easy?!
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