It doesn't matter if your first love was one year ago or fifty years ago--it holds a special place in your heart and mind forever.
When I was a teenager, I found out that my grandmother had been married once before. I was surprised, because no one had ever talked about it. Once I learned of this, I didn't find out many of the details--only that the marriage ended tragically. She then married my grandpa and they went on to have two children--my mom and uncle.
Being the stoic German woman that my grandma was, she didn't share many hugs or "I love you's" as I was growing up. But thankfully, I did have a chance to enjoy a weekend with her when I was engaged. She helped me with some of my wedding plans and shared the special story of her first love.
To be continued. . . .
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