Great Grandpa Jack got Married

This past Saturday, Andrew, Grandma Marcie, and Evan and I headed over to Marshall, MI to attend Great Grandpa Jack's wedding. The man is on wife #3-- the first two passed away years ago: one in a car accident, and the other-- Andrew's maternal grandma, Lyla-- from cancer. So, Great Grandpa Jack married Gail, the girlfriend he's had for the past 13 years.

Great Grandpa Jack is 74 years old-- probably the same age as Hugh Hefner. If Hef ever needed a replacement, I think Grandpa Jack could fill in. Jack is just as good looking, maybe even better looking, because his comb-over is not as severe as Hef's and sometimes he wears a bolo tie. Jack might be funnier than Hef, too: during the reception, I said, "Hey Grandpa Jack, how old are you?" He replied, "74. And Gail's 69. She's a child bride." "Are you going on a honeymoon?" I asked. He replied: "Don't need to. I've been on one for the past 13 years. And we have to take the dog to the vet on Monday morning." Cheers! Let's hear it for love!

Grandpa Jack just recently gave up racecar driving, but he still plays guitar and sings in a sort of classic country band. They got up and played at the reception, and I have to say they rocked pretty hard... at least from what I could hear. I was in the bathroom changing Evan's diaper. When I came out, they were finishing the song, and Grandpa Jack looked every bit the you-shake-my-nerves-girl-you-rattle-my-brain pimpin' kind of Grandpa. Gail looked on in blushing-bride pride.

Looking at Great Grandpa Jack and Gail, I thought about phases and facets of love... and how great it is to witness love in all its seasons. I suppose if there's one constant in life, love is it--whether it's the love we have for friends, family, or partner. I hope I am always able to know/feel that; and, more importantly, that I will always have to courage and strength to communicate that message.

Rock on.