A Love Story for Our Grandchildren

This message goes to our grandchildren. Unlikely circumstances sometimes foretell good relationships. Even when memories clash, the fun of telling two versions creates a vortex of togetherness. Below, you will find two interpretations of how Grandpa and I met.

Grandpa’s Version

I had started attending a twelve-step recovery group at our church. The group did not require a label: anyone wanting to work on an issue could attend and share. One evening, I arrived at a meeting to learn that Barbara Williams would be leading the session. Fair enough. She seemed nice. I began telling my long, sad, tale of woe. Abruptly, Barbara asked, “Can you share step one?” Although slightly stunned, I stated the step. Did it stop there? Oh no. She relentlessly continued to prod me through the next four steps. What a tough (dare I say mean) woman she turned out to be. “I’ll watch out for her, for sure!”

However, the following Sunday, Barbara met me in the hall of the church with a small paper bag. “I have a little gift for you,” she quipped. I opened the bag to find one of Louise Hay’s cassette tapes. “Thank you,” I said as I leaned down to kiss her cheek. Whoa! At the last minute, Barbara turned her head so that my innocent kiss landed squarely on her lips. What a surprise! Mean AND surprising!   

Grandma’s Version

For several weeks, I had noticed that a man named Chris seemed stuck in his heartbreaking stories. As soon as he began talking on an evening when I had been left in charge, I heard a voice in my head say, “Help him move forward. Challenge him.” What else could I do? And so, yes — I pushed him to move beyond the mere telling into taking some positive action.

Later that evening, I wondered, “Was the ‘voice’ only my ego pumping up my importance? Did I go too far? Maybe he would never return.” That same day, as I perused a neighborhood bookstore, I felt drawn to a Louise Hay cassette tape. Maybe a small gift would heal any rift I might have created.

Sunday morning arrived. I strode down the hall carrying my small ‘apology’ gift. Little did I suspect that Chris would almost immediately kiss me — front and center. “What were people passing in the hall going to think?” That man took me totally by surprise.

Months passed. We dated. We got to know one another. Then one day at work, a fax arrived for me, which asked, “Will you marry me?” I thought to myself, “Unusual — to be sure.” Clever — very clever since communication via fax had just arrived on the scene and I considered it somewhat cutting edge. How else could I respond? “YES!” The rest remains history.

3 thoughts on “A Love Story for Our Grandchildren

  1. Anita

    What a beautiful story! And good picture of you both!!
    I’m so glad you include my name on your blog list and soon maybe we can come over to see your new place. I’m sure busy with my trip diary. Publisher isn’t easy to work with, for sure. I’ve gotten seven pages done out of probably nineteen — I really got carried away this year! It was so easy to take pictures, then just insert them while on the trip but I got home and the first few pages were mis-numbered which messed up the following ones.
    Thanks again Barbara, you’re a real friend!

    1. Barbara Post author

      You have quite a large project on your hands. It will definitely be worth all your time and effort. Chris and I value the friendship with you and Charles. At the moment, we have two children going through medical issues. When the dust settles, once again, we would enjoy having you two come to visit. Thanks for writing. Stay with your project(s).

  2. Chris

    Well, Barbara is a great writer,don’t you think? But I must make one correction, I never thought that she was “mean” , tough as in tough love but never mean:-) In fact after the next evening session we attended together, a group of us went to a restaurant for a late dinner. Barbara and I ended up being kicked out by the staff who wanted to close the restaurant and go home. In the parking lot we actually had our first real kiss only to be busted by the staff who burst into applause as they left the restaurant:-) But the story does not end there. It turned out that the future mother of our first two grandsons was the restaurant manager that evening. Her recounting this story always brought great hilarity to family gatherings!

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