I got a letter from my grandpa yesterday. He wrote pretty much the same stuff as always. His mind is more in the past now than the present. He talks about Grandmother a lot, mostly how he doesn't understand how they ever found each other. That's where the question comes in, here's the story.
He was born in the very small town of Adair, IA, raised on a farm. He didn't want to be a farmer, he hated milking the cows. So he left the farm for, mechanics school, he worked for Lockheed in CA before WWII. During the war his air crew flew 26 missions. After the war he settled in Lee's Summit, MO, about 20 minutes from Kansas City. He worked for TWA, married, divorced, and raised a son.
Now cut to Grandmother. Born in the equally small farming town of Agency, MO. As a child she passed out handbills to help make money for the family. She met and married a man from St. Joseph, MO, had 5 children, moved to Lee's Summit, MO. She was widowed young and had to go to work to support her children.
Now these 2 people lived in the same town for many, many years without ever meeting. Then she starts dating a loser, who gets arrested. She asks one of his cousins to give her ride to bail him out and that's how they meet. They date for a couple of years and eventually marry, they were together over 30 years.
So what do you think, was it fate or just coincidence?
P.S. They're lives were much more interesting, I just didn't want to bore you all. ;-0
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Hey there,
As you know from reading my books, I believe in fate...kismet...soulmates. But I also believe we humans can come along and screw it up, but good! LOL
I truly believe there is someone out there for everyone and fate will find a way if you allow it to!
CJ England
Me too CJ, I'm just waiting for my someone. ;-0
Dear Julie,
I don't think their entire story would be boring. I was fascinated by the little you shared.
I believe there is someone for each of us. You just gotta kiss a lot of frogs before you find the prince.
Pat
Things happen for a reason.
My mom knew my dad's brother before she knew my dad. His brother worked at a gas station near the restaurant where my mom worked.
My parents met when my dad's sister got in to a car accident out in front of the trailer park where my mom lived. My mom was out there rubbernecking and my dad came to pick up his sister (she wasn't hurt).
Next March 15th will be their 40th anniversary.
--Des
I do to some extent. My husband is from New York. If it hadn't been for his friend asking him if he wanted to work on the combine crew for the summer after graduation, I don't know if we would have ever met. I won't go into all the details that got him to Grand Island but because I decided to have a date for New Year's Eve the rest is history. lol I agree with CJ too. As humans we can screw things up quite well. : )
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