I read a note my grandma wrote back in 1923.
Grandpa kept it in his coat and he showed it once to me.
He said, boy, you might not understand,
but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't
like me none, but I loved your grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together,
get married in the first town we
came to and live forever,
but nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead.
I found this letter and this is what it said.
If you get there before I do,
don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through.
I don't know how long I'll be here,
but I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling, wait and see.
And between now and then,
until I see you again,
I'll be loving you.
Love me.
I read those words just
hours before my grandma passed away in
the doorway of a church where me and
grandpa stopped to pray.
I know I'd never seen him cry in all my 15 years,
but as he said these words to her,
his eyes filled
up with tears.
If you get there before I do,
don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through.
I don't know how long I'll be here,
but I'm not gonna let you down.
Darling, wait and see.
And between now and then, until I see you again,
I'll be loving you.
Love me.
Between now and then,
until I see you again,
I'll be loving you.
Love me.