Romantic? No. ..

Husband and wife die at nearly the same time. . .of natural causes. It's just plain codependent. So unhealthy for the relationship. Wierd. It gives death a false sense of romance, or romance a false sense of death. Stories like this make people who outlive their spouses for more than a day feel like crap, like the love was not genuine. . .my poor grandma died ten/eleven years after my gramps. i am sure, for a fact, that she would have loved to go a lot sooner, like a minute and a half after her hubby of 60 years... I didn't take it personally. But she was a little on the depressive side; I recall her saying "they should take you out into a field the minute you turn sixty and put a bullet into your head." She also had odd rules for life; never once drove a car, (nor did her father, who rode a goddamn bicycle every day for years from Baldwin/ East Rockaway to the Brooklyn Navy Yard) had a distant relative who was a maitre'd at NAthan's in Coney island (!) and every year revised the laws for when it was okay to swim in the Sound or Ocean. When I was ten, the dates were June 15 to 10 th ofSept. In my late teeens it was July 4 to August 25th. At the time of her passing I think the rule was one was only supposed to wade into the water mid-thigh at 2:45 on July 16th, unless it was a Sunday. if that were the case, we had to wait until next year. What else? Oh, yeah, I didn't know until a year or two before she died that I have Irish blood in these veins ( ihad a few clues, namely Guinness and a fondness for Italian/Latina women). She never mentioned it until she was like 88. Finally, she loved the hell out of me. I wish my boy could have met all his great grandparents, but her especially.