Remembering My Grandparents Wedding Anniversary

My Dear Future Readers

Today is a very special day. Today is my grandparents 73rd Wedding Anniversary. Yes, they were married on February 1st. They are both gone now but my mom and I still remember this day. We spend the day talking and remembering what great people they were.

My grandfather served in WWII. He was the bravest man I have ever known. My grandfather was a rare optimist. He believed that no matter what everything would be alright. My grandfather was and forever will be my example of how a man should treat his wife and family.

My grandmother always worried about everything but she knew that my grandfather would make everything alright.  They lived a happy life because they understood each other and each of them made sure that the other was happy.

In their house, I felt at peace. It made me happy to see the kind of love they shared. They were an example of the kind of love that can only be identified as true love. Yes, true love. My grandparents story is a real story of true love.

My grandmother once said, “He is my husband, my doctor, my angel, and just a good person.”

That touched me and I know that she meant every word.  My grandfather was always taking care of her. They took care of each other.

My grandmother loved telling me her parent’s story which I wrote down in a blog post ( Forbidden Fruit of the Heart).

I miss going to see them. It was always reassuring to talk to my grandparents.  Their relationship was a love story in itself that I can never forget. It feels like they are sitting right here with me on some days even though they are gone, my mom and I still remember this day and celebrate the day talking and remembering them. We eat and talk about all the good memories. There really isn’t anything bad that I can say.

Each of them have taught me about life and love. I miss them both and I really hope that they are proud of me wherever they are.

I remember singing old songs with my grandfather would make my grandmother happy. He loved singing for her. Wherever I think of them, I think of how they always wanted me to be successful.

My grandparents story was made into this blog post, A Beautiful Love Story by Geetan Jalihad  for Valentine’s Day because I want everyone to know what beautiful people they were. There are no other two people like them anymore but I do hope that my books show how true love can be real because I saw it everyday when my grandparents were alive. Those memories will stay forever.

Happy 73rd Wedding Anniversary! I miss you both so much. We love you and remember you forever.

I look forward to hearing from you soon. I thank you all for your infinite support.

Yours Truly,

Diana Rose

YA Fantasy Romance Published Author


Forbidden Fruit of the Heart

My Dear Future Readers,

Have you noticed all the stories about true love that the parents don’t approve of for one reason or another?

Well, I have a story for you that is quite personal and dear to my heart. I have been carrying this story with me for a long time. I believe that since my blog is about true love, this story would be very fitting. My grandmother told me this story many times. My grandparents are both gone now and this story is near and dear to my heart because it is the reason why I write romance. I loved this story and now I think it is time that I share this story with you, my dear future readers.

This story is about my great-grandparents who have since long gone and are remembered fondly. The story of their love is one that made me think about fate and I still do.

Before my great-grandparents got married their families did not think it was a good idea to wed a poor boy with a fairly rich (for those times) girl.  In an effort to separate them, my great-grandfather’s family arranged his marriage with another girl of a more fitting social class.

However, fate was not happy.

The first woman my great-grandfather was to marry had burned in a fire and died right before the wedding.

My great-grandfather’s parents were horrified by the news. But soon, they introduced their son to another young woman. They seemed to like each other although not as much as he loved my great-grandmother. And so, it was decided that he would marry her.

Three days before the wedding, there was a flood in the town and the woman he was betrothed to drowned in the flood. Again they were all deeply disturbed. by the news of the flood.

And so, for the third try, my great-grandfather was introduced to  yet another woman who I believe as the story goes died in a car accident. (Or so I think.)

After the third woman died, my great-grandfather’s parents finally understood  that it was fate that had done all this. They sat with their son and said, “We do not want any more deaths on our heads. If you want to marry the woman you love, then do it. We believe that you two were meant to be.”

My great-grandparents got married and had four children, one of which was my grandmother. She was the oldest of the four. They lived a very long life. My great-grandmother never went to the doctor or hospital and the one time that she did, they did not have any medical records of her. Since my great-grandmother had been blind late in life, my great-grandfather would cut her food for her so she did not need to use a knife. He took good care of her and they lived to a very old age.

My grandmother said that her mother had long hair and she would let my grandmother braid her hair.

I believe that fate and destiny do exist and that if my great grandparents were destined to be married, then fate has always been out for lovers. When my grandmother used to tell me this story, I was always fascinated by how romantic it was. I began to fall in love with the idea of true love at the age of fifteen and sixteen. I thought I would find the same kind of true love that my great grandparents and grandparents had.

Instead, I am writing romance novels and falling in love with my characters. But, I suppose it is a start. After all, you have to start somewhere. You know, as I am writing this post, I can feel like my grandparents are watching me and I know they approve. After all, this story has been in our family for many years and it is good for the world to know that such people did exist and their love was real.

I believe that their story along with my grandparents has fueled me into writing and I appreciate them. I feel like I get to express everything that has happened in my family and the love that my grandparents have shown me through my books which in itself is wonderful.

Yes, my great-grandparents’ story was sad but it had a very happy ending. Which is why I wanted to share this with you today. True love is a beautiful thing.

I look forward to hearing from you soon. I thank you all for your infinite support.

Yours Truly,

Diana Rose

YA Fantasy Romance Published Author