When I met Tom 20 years ago there was quite a bit of debate in the family as to my motives. I had just left my previous boyfriend, I was 7 years older then Tom and it would just be a fling I was having after breaking up with my ex. Tom’s mum especially had a hard time letting go. I can still remember that first family weekend away. Toms grandparents where married 50 years and wanted to celebrate so we all went to a holiday house in Limburg. We were together at that time for something like 8 months I think.
And as reluctant as Tom’s mother was to be polite to me as warm and as friendly were his grandparents. There was never any doubt in their minds that I belonged to the family and they just told me to ignore Tom’s mum and that she would eventually turn around. And she did, even though it took us a few years.
Tom’s grandparents were always very sweet and very lovely to me. Two years ago Tom’s grandmother died very unexpectedly. Perfect for her as she literally died behind the stove, but very hard for the people she left behind and especially for grandpa as he lost his mate, his wife and his everything.
And this last weekend he finally gave up to be reunited with his wife. It took a long time, maybe longer then he would have wanted, but he passed away in his sleep quite peacefully.
He lived to be 90 years which is a very respectable age and maybe it sounds weird, but I’m glad he no longer has to struggle.
He had a good and a rich life and it was his time to go…