Anonymous wrote:I remember watching video of a crash -- I think a plane? -- into icy water, and the survivors were having to be helicoptered out in harnesses. I watched this one man over and over put person after person into the harness while he was treading water. He went under before they could get him out. He was just another passenger, and they were strangers to him, but he kept them safe.

My god.

Anonymous wrote:I feel like I am finally experiencing this type of love. We came together in such unusual circumstances. We have similar views on life, family backgrounds, and personalities. It is like we are the same person. I feel very fortunate.

Anonymous wrote:My grandparents met on VJ Day. My grandpa's brother accidentally shot his other brother while cleaning his gun (I kid you not). My grandpa was in the Navy but went to visit his brother in the hospital when he was on leave. My grandma was his brother's nurse.

My grandpa, the smartest man I've ever known, had the GI bill but didn't go to college because he unexpectedly had to take care of his mother. Instead, he worked (as labor, not management) in a steel plant. He put his wife, my grandma, through graduate school and then all three of his kids, one of them to Harvard.

So that was unnecessary background, but to answer your question, I've never seen two people more in love. They put each other first in every possible way. He told her every day that she was beautiful, what a good mother she was, how smart she was, etc. I witnessed it. My mom always told me that's how he always was, the entire time she was growing up. And my grandma adored him the same way.

I was in the room when he died in 2000. She was falling apart but she gathered some unbelievable strength at the end. As he drifted away, she whispered to him memories of their life together (married 54 years). The only part I caught was "and remember when our chilren were born."

They wrote love letters to each other the entire time he was in service. Literaly dozens of them. We weren't allowed to read them until after she passed away, which she did in 2014. We read them the first Christmas after her funeral, all together as a family. They were so beautiful - I can't read them without crying.

Anonymous wrote:My grandparents met on VJ Day. My grandpa's brother accidentally shot his other brother while cleaning his gun (I kid you not). My grandpa was in the Navy but went to visit his brother in the hospital when he was on leave. My grandma was his brother's nurse.

My grandpa, the smartest man I've ever known, had the GI bill but didn't go to college because he unexpectedly had to take care of his mother. Instead, he worked (as labor, not management) in a steel plant. He put his wife, my grandma, through graduate school and then all three of his kids, one of them to Harvard.

So that was unnecessary background, but to answer your question, I've never seen two people more in love. They put each other first in every possible way. He told her every day that she was beautiful, what a good mother she was, how smart she was, etc. I witnessed it. My mom always told me that's how he always was, the entire time she was growing up. And my grandma adored him the same way.

I was in the room when he died in 2000. She was falling apart but she gathered some unbelievable strength at the end. As he drifted away, she whispered to him memories of their life together (married 54 years). The only part I caught was "and remember when our chilren were born."

They wrote love letters to each other the entire time he was in service. Literaly dozens of them. We weren't allowed to read them until after she passed away, which she did in 2014. We read them the first Christmas after her funeral, all together as a family. They were so beautiful - I can't read them without crying.

Anonymous wrote:My parents. My mother got married at 19 to a real asshole. She had my brother around age 21/22. Her then husband left her, then came back not because he wanted to or loved her, but because he was afraid she'd try to take him for $$ in a divorce since he just peaced out. She realized a few months after she took him back that it was a huge mistake, and arranged to move out of their apartment one day while he was at work. Hired movers and got the F out of there. He never cared to pursue any sort of real relationship with my brother, his only son.

A few years later, my mom's sister saw a nice looking young man cutting the fields for his elderly mother, who lived just down the road. She baked a pie, went down to my grandma's house, introduced herself, and required about the young man - my dad - who was, at the time, single. My aunt set them up on a blind date.

On the way back home from their first date (my mom still recalls my dad looking oh so handsome in his red plaid bell bottoms and saddle shoes), they stopped for dinner. The restaurant had a gift shop, and she started looking at the comic books to pick something up for my brother. My aunt never mentioned to my dad that my mom had a young child. When my dad asked why she was purchasing a comic book, and she said it was because she had a 4 year old, he never faulted.

At that time, my dad was living in MD and my mom was living in Richmond. They made the long distance thing work, and eventually they got engaged. My older brother, I'm told, was nodding excitedly when the minister asked "Do you take this man to be your husband?"

My dad then adopted my older brother. They tried for years to have more children, gave up, and then I came along. My younger brother was born four years later.

In all of the time that I've seen my parents together, they have maintained the highest level of respect and love for one another. They are completely equal in their relationship; both worked full time jobs when we were coming up, and my mom was never the "default parent."

A few years ago, my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. My dad made sure to get her to a neurologist and get her on necessary medication right away. He has already arranged long term care for both of them when they reach the point that they can no longer care for themselves. He still works full time, but is retiring at the end of the year. He takes her to all of her doctor's appointments, packs her suitcase when they go on trips, and is just an amazing advocate for her in all things in life.

It makes me so sad that he will have to watch her become a person that he'll eventually no longer know - not really. But I am so glad that they are getting this time together now, before it's too late.

Anonymous wrote:I guess it is true...not many people are in loving relationships that demonstrate romantic love. I do agree the love between a parent and child is the greatest and most pure. I was expecting to read all kinds of romantic stories of love. I will keep checking back

Anonymous wrote:I guess it is true...not many people are in loving relationships that demonstrate romantic love. I do agree the love between a parent and child is the greatest and most pure. I was expecting to read all kinds of romantic stories of love. I will keep checking back