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Epilogue
The following spring, Harm and Mac were married in a tiny ceremony. It took place on Harm's property, outside with his rose garden as the backdrop. The only attendants besides the preacher were Mattie, her son and grandson. It was simple, yet beautiful between two people that had always loved each other. A love that time had not taken away.
Mac's bouquet was made from the roses in Harm's garden. He had picked them and made the bouquet for her. She learned that the rose garden he had planted had symbolized his love for her. A kind of way for him to always keep her with him through those years.
Harm and Mac decided to spend their lives living between two places. They let Harm's grandson and great-grandson have the property to live on. The six months out of the year that Harm and Mac lived there also, they just shared the home with them. Mac so enjoyed Harm's great-grandson as she had never married or had children of her own. Once Harm's grandson learned that Mac had been the woman that Harm had always loved, the one he was told as a child would have been the only grandma he would have ever had, he called her "grandma" from that day out.
The other six months out of the year, they lived in the Florida beach house, on the ocean, that Mac had bought. They spent their days together holding hands, walking the beach, and swinging on their back porch swing looking out at the ocean. They talked about their times together when they were young, hashed over what could have been, shared stories of their lives spent seperately, and never wasted one moment of the precious time together that they finally had now. All that mattered to them now was that they were finally together, and yet realized, that they had never really been apart in their hearts.
In their family room, facing the window that overlooked the ocean, was a mantle. On that mantle was a framed photograph, the gift of unconditional love that Mac had given Harm. Propped up in front of it was the worn and old tag that read "To my Flyboy, Love Your Marine". Next to that photo was their wedding photo, taken fourty years later, in Harms rose garden.
"And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be." ~ Grandma Moses
Epilogue
The following spring, Harm and Mac were married in a tiny ceremony. It took place on Harm's property, outside with his rose garden as the backdrop. The only attendants besides the preacher were Mattie, her son and grandson. It was simple, yet beautiful between two people that had always loved each other. A love that time had not taken away.
Mac's bouquet was made from the roses in Harm's garden. He had picked them and made the bouquet for her. She learned that the rose garden he had planted had symbolized his love for her. A kind of way for him to always keep her with him through those years.
Harm and Mac decided to spend their lives living between two places. They let Harm's grandson and great-grandson have the property to live on. The six months out of the year that Harm and Mac lived there also, they just shared the home with them. Mac so enjoyed Harm's great-grandson as she had never married or had children of her own. Once Harm's grandson learned that Mac had been the woman that Harm had always loved, the one he was told as a child would have been the only grandma he would have ever had, he called her "grandma" from that day out.
The other six months out of the year, they lived in the Florida beach house, on the ocean, that Mac had bought. They spent their days together holding hands, walking the beach, and swinging on their back porch swing looking out at the ocean. They talked about their times together when they were young, hashed over what could have been, shared stories of their lives spent seperately, and never wasted one moment of the precious time together that they finally had now. All that mattered to them now was that they were finally together, and yet realized, that they had never really been apart in their hearts.
In their family room, facing the window that overlooked the ocean, was a mantle. On that mantle was a framed photograph, the gift of unconditional love that Mac had given Harm. Propped up in front of it was the worn and old tag that read "To my Flyboy, Love Your Marine". Next to that photo was their wedding photo, taken fourty years later, in Harms rose garden.
"And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be." ~ Grandma Moses
