A month or so ago, I was talking to my dad about some of the people that were in their church growing up and one of the men he mentioned was Mr. Bowers - Bob Bowers' uncle. He was a dear, sweet man who literally built the church and the parsonage as well. He was also the person who formed the first fire station in Runnemede. He really was a special man. But, the thing dad remembers was the love he had for his wife. He was older when his beloved wife died, he was heartbroken. He always spoke with such love to her when she was alive and after she passed, he would always cry when speaking of her. Their love was so great. Something about that just touched me and I wanted to share that here on the blog. My grandpa, though not a demonstrative man, loved my grandma that way too. I remember after she passed, dad spoke to him about marrying again and my grandpa insisted that she was the only person he would ever love. I don't doubt that people love like that now, but there seems to be something special about the way people loved back then. So much emphasis is put on the physical today that sometimes they miss out on the soulful connection. Mr. Bowers obviously had that with his wife and my grandpa had that with my grandma. A love that not even 50 yrs and death could diminish. The pictures above are from when they were courting, I believe, and then in their later years. Next time I talk to dad, I'll have him share the story of how they met and all that and share that here with you.
