August 07, 2006

A Nice Story

So, I heard this nice story. See, I was standing in the funeral home, me on one end, my dead grandfather on the other. I was nervous about this arrangement. I'm sure I'm not alone, but I don't make a habit out of hanging out with the dead. But that's not what this is about. I'll wrap up the whole funeral experience as soon as it's all over with and we're back home. The nice story...

I was standing with my mom and a friend she went to high school with. We'll call her Linda and her husband, Terry. Linda told me how she and Terry got together. Now, in her words, or, at least, the ones I can remember...

We were dating and one night Terry came over to my house drunk. My father didn't appreciate it. At all. He told Terry to leave and informed us both that we weren't to see each other for a year. I worked in a bank and Terry came in with his paycheck every Friday and asked me out on a date. The rules my father made, though, those were the rules. You didn't break them. So, whenever he asked, I said no. I said no for 52 Fridays.

For my 21st birthday - which happened during this year - he brought me roses and a huge corsage, bigger than anything I'd worn. I told him that I'd wear it, but I'd have to wear it with my date for the evening, not him. He said that was okay.

The day that year-long exile expired, he came into the bank as usual, deposited his check and didn't ask me out. I got off work shortly afterwards and hunted him down. I went to all the haunts - up and down Maple Street which used to be lined with maples - but couldn't find him. After a couple of hours, I got in my car and drove home. Halfway there, I heard a rumbling behind me and there sat Terry on his motorcycle. I pulled over. He pulled over. And he asked me if maybe I'd like to go have a cup of coffee with him. I told him I'd have to call my dad. I did. I asked if we could finally go out and he said yes. He also told me that Terry had been over at my house, talking with my parents and asking their permission for us to start dating again for two hours before he tracked me down.

We were married three months later.

Posted by Chris at August 7, 2006 10:13 PM

Love that story -- it's so sweet. I've been thinking about you and hoping things were okay at the wake/funeral. I'm glad your grandfather is at peace and that you're with your family there.

Posted by: Laura GF at August 7, 2006 10:41 PM

That's awesome!

Thinking of you and your family... Have a safe trip home.

Posted by: E :) at August 7, 2006 10:54 PM

What a great story Chris. Certainly a stark reminder about how rules and respect for them changes from generation to generation. I pray I can have that kind of impact on my kids and their prospectives. Hope all is well with you friend. I am thinking about you, Beht and Mia. Godspeed and peace to you all.

Posted by: Tommy Gunn at August 7, 2006 10:59 PM

I love stories like that. They give me hope that my soul mate is out there somewhere. Hope you are doing okay.

Posted by: Beth in StL at August 7, 2006 11:02 PM

I LOVE that story! That is the best! And, be at ease my friend...death is just part of life. It is hard but can be beautiful in its own way.

I will tell you about my grandmothers one day...not here tho! Giggle

Posted by: Gypsy at August 7, 2006 11:05 PM

Great story!!! It's always refreshing to hear love stories like that, isn't it? Hope everything went well... I know how hard it can be to feel so conflicted over someone passing... the joy of knowing that they aren't suffering anymore, yet the sorrow of their absense in your life. We're thinking of you guys lots, and hoping that you have a safe trip home

Posted by: Corinne at August 7, 2006 11:18 PM

Awww. So the key to a woman's heart is to wear her down, huh? heehee

Posted by: Lisa B at August 7, 2006 11:22 PM

My condolences on your grandfather. My ex-FIL has alzheimers and it is a nasty disease. It's nice to hear such a good story come out of your whole funeral experience. Just goes to show that there are nice little surprises that pop up even during the not-so-nice parts of life.

Posted by: Heather at August 8, 2006 12:41 AM

You lousy mofo! You made me cry.

Not unlike my own folks' story. Dad apparently wore out a set of tires (according to his reprobate buddies, whom I called uncles 'til their dying days) driving past Mom's house. 1948. Do the math. That was serious.

Posted by: bhd at August 8, 2006 12:55 AM

I am sorry about your grandfather. That is a great story, though.

Posted by: Jen at August 8, 2006 01:19 AM

That is a very nice story. Just catching up here as you know, I've been "resting". Hope all goes well with your trip, sorry about your grandfather...wishing you a safe and speedy trip home.

Posted by: Kate at August 8, 2006 01:43 AM

That is one of the best "courtship" stories I've ever heard. I'm glad that there was some sunshine in the rain - I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather, and I hope you're all holding up ok.

Posted by: Kristina at August 8, 2006 02:15 AM

I just read all the comments for this post. I guess I'll say it anyway. What a great story. Thanks for sharing.

Have a safe trip home.

Posted by: cassie-b at August 8, 2006 06:52 AM

Oh, that's a GREAT story!

Posted by: Emily at August 8, 2006 07:31 AM

That's a beautiful story.

I'm sorry to hear of your loss, and am thinking of you or your family.

As I said before; Hang in there, kiddo.



Posted by: Alice at August 8, 2006 07:51 AM

Fabulous story. I love stories like that. My parents have a nice story...though it isn't quite so dramatic. The sap in me is all warm and fuzzy on the inside now. Thanks a lot ;)

Posted by: Sparkle Pants at August 8, 2006 08:08 AM

That is a good story. Better than my parents' courtship story, I think, and I love theirs.

Have a safe trip home.

Posted by: Alissa at August 8, 2006 08:11 AM

That is a great story. It made me smile.
Safe journey home, dear friend.

Posted by: Maribeth at August 8, 2006 08:17 AM

That is a very cool story.

Posted by: Bill at August 8, 2006 08:34 AM

That's a very sweet story. I bet she's glad he was motivated enough to keep at it for a year.

Posted by: Jessie at August 8, 2006 08:34 AM

That is a wonderful story. How romantic!

Posted by: Ginny at August 8, 2006 09:03 AM

So sorry to hear about the loss of your grandfather.

You know, it's strange but sometimes funerals are some of the best family get togethers. When my grandfather died about three years ago, it was a sad event but not tragic and we were all together like we hadn't been in a long time and we had a great time. I learned a lot of stories about my grandfather and the rest of the family on that trip. I guess it's true that there is nothing like a wedding or a funeral to bring family together.

Posted by: donna at August 8, 2006 09:09 AM

aww... how cute!

sorry to hear about your grandfather, by the way. but, like you said, at least he isn't suffering any more.

Posted by: Judy at August 8, 2006 09:21 AM

That was a lovely story...

and my sympathies regarding your grandfather.

I understand all too well the sadness tinged wtih relief that accompanies a death of a family member with Alzheimer's. Most of the grieving has already passed since the person one knew and loved has been gone for ages.

safe travels home.

Posted by: suze at August 8, 2006 09:26 AM

That is a nice story. Sometimes, things are just meant to be.

Have a good drive back.

Posted by: Kate the Shrew at August 8, 2006 09:33 AM

what a nice story. :)
i'm sure it's nice to hear something like that when you are surrounded by funeral.

Posted by: ali at August 8, 2006 09:38 AM

Yes, that's a sweet story!

Posted by: Alison at August 8, 2006 10:06 AM

Thanks for sharing! Thinking of you and sending warm thoughts to you and yours.

Posted by: Flybunny at August 8, 2006 10:08 AM

Wow...nice story! I wish I was that romantic...and patient.

And by the way, belated condolences for your grandfather...

Posted by: CroutonBoy at August 8, 2006 10:13 AM

I'm sorry to hear about your Grandfather. I don't pretend to know anything about death, or how to deal with it. All I can say is that I'm sorry.

And that story is sweet. It made me think that nothing like that would happen in this day and age. Hum...

Posted by: Isabel at August 8, 2006 10:52 AM

That's amazing. Great story. That's what I call "meant to be". I hope it truly was.

Posted by: Brad at August 8, 2006 11:29 AM

That is awesome.. :) I have goose bumps on my arms! :)

Posted by: molly at August 8, 2006 11:52 AM

That was obviously pre-MTV and the instant-gratification-generation, eh? Great story!

Posted by: shelley at August 8, 2006 11:57 AM

wow. this story could so qualify as a movie. you know, like The Notebook.

Posted by: Aurelia at August 8, 2006 12:09 PM

Aaaaawwww... that is so sweet. That's an amazing story.

Posted by: Ava at August 8, 2006 12:21 PM

I'm so glad "Linda" shared that story with you and that you turned around and shared it with us! We can all use a nice story from time to time.

Posted by: ironic1 at August 8, 2006 12:45 PM

What a nice story. Just proves that true love can be stronger than anything.

Have a safe trip home.

Still thinking of you all.

Posted by: Karen at August 8, 2006 01:41 PM

Awww, that's a great love story, and reading it was very timely for me. I'm sitting here waiting for my daughter to get ready to marry her love (is it still eloping if I get to go?) in a few hours. They're in the midst of planning a big wedding for April, but decided to tie the knot before he has to head back to Iraq in a couple of weeks. The story of how they met is going to be one to tell the grandkids as well.
Have a safe trip home.

Posted by: Jaycie at August 8, 2006 02:00 PM

That's a great story..:*)

Wishing you strength and love for the next little bit. Sorry to hear about your grandfather.

Posted by: wn at August 8, 2006 02:16 PM

Funerals produce some of the most interesting do weddings. Life transitions spark all kinds of stories and remarks. I am really sorry about your grandfather. I missed commenting yesterday because, coincidentally, I was writing an obituary for a friend.

Posted by: wordgirl at August 8, 2006 03:20 PM

Sniff. Love it AND love true love! Thanks for sharing that!

Posted by: kristen at August 8, 2006 04:07 PM

A very nice story indeed!

Posted by: Janet at August 8, 2006 04:15 PM

Wow...that's dedication rarely heard of in the modern world....Reminds me of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's *Love in the Time of Cholera*. Ever read that? It's one of my favourites....

Posted by: haley-o at August 8, 2006 11:13 PM

Sorry to hear of your loss. Thank you for sharing the nice story. It was really quite lovely.

Posted by: Amy at August 9, 2006 01:41 AM

That's adorable. :)

Posted by: Zandria at August 9, 2006 01:57 PM

Okay, that's a great story, but it creeped me out a teeny bit because my parents names are really actually Terry and Linda, and boy oh boy...what a crappy relationship *they* have!

Posted by: candace at August 9, 2006 03:07 PM

That really is an amazing story. Those are the things that encourage me about humans.

Posted by: Kristen at August 11, 2006 02:13 PM

Great job phentermin14

Posted by: phentermin14 at August 13, 2006 12:01 AM