Young & Beautiful


Yesterday evening my friend Catriona gave me some valuable advice. I told her I was struggling with getting blog posts out, that I’d written many ‘starts’ but they were endlessly awaiting closure…


“I never finish them…because they were how I ‘was’ feeling but not how I ‘am’ feeling. Especially when I do it with music and they’re all emotive and stuff. So they get left in the netherworld that is dashboard”


With refreshing honesty {one of her best qualities} Catriona responded like this…


“just WRITE! Just say it, put it out there. It’s the immediacy, I think, that makes it a compelling format. It lends itself to risk-taking. Which of course makes one feel vulnerable. It’s not for the faint-hearted!”


Good advice…I listened. I’m grateful.



I’ve been listening to this song alot. I bought the Great Gatsby album {which is oh so very very good!!} and it’s been playing in my car, in my kitchen, in my head….This song – specifically – is under my skin. I well up, and cry listening to it.  I’ve been an emotional blancmange lately…wibbly wobbly and a little bit nutty…. *More on that in a different post when I’ve refilled my courage tank.*…so crying is kinda ok with me, but I wanna tell you about why this song is pressing my buttons.



My grandparents met and fell in love during the Second World War. My Grampa was in the Canadian Air Force, my Gram was a beautiful English girl. They met at a wedding – his brother Wilf, her best friend Sheila. They were it for each other, the future was written…bold font, capital letters. FRED & RUBY.  I’ve seen the pictures, I’ve heard the stories. They had the kind of love people write novels about. They were young, they were beautiful.


G&G beautiful


Ruby moved to Canada when the war ended. They married in Vancouver and the adventure began. Many years and many moves around the country later they had acquired 3 children and a suitcase full of experiences. They got some stuff wrong and they got lots right. They loved each other. They were best friends. They were no longer young…but they were beautiful.



Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful 

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul 

I know you will, I know you will 

I know that you will 



The adventure continued and some grandchildren started to arrive. I was the first. They excelled at grand-parenting. They utterly rocked that party. There has never been and will never be a more love charged place to thrive in. I was grown in a greenhouse full of lush and fertile plants. I bloomed in the atmosphere of love that surrounded them. The way they looked at each other, the love in every sentence….it was magical. They were no longer young…but they remained so very beautiful.




Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful 

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul 

I know you will, I know you will 

I know that you will 




I am 40 now, and it’s almost a year since my Grampa went away. He is currently residing in Heaven, I’m sure. Before he left, he and my Gram endured many many heartaches. They experienced aching souls. They experienced…together. For 65 years. Their love is an epic, legendary, prose filled journal of endurance.


He still loved her, she still loved him.


They were no longer young, but they will always be beautiful.



I know you will, I know you will 

I know that you will 


5 thoughts

  1. Thank you for sharing this with us. Such a beautiful story. We’ve been struggling, trying to love in the midst of aching souls that are being ripped apart as we battle with Rett Syndrome, lovely anthem of hope.

    • Thanks for letting me know you liked the post Colleen x
      I hope your aching souls find a restful place…this life, we seem to need the endurance of a camel, the patience of a panther and the wisdom of an owl. We need so many skills and so many hats…sometimes it just feels like too much. It sounds trite, I know it sounds trite…but just take it one day, and one conversation at a time.

Comments are like helpful house guests…never unwelcome

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: