strange and beautiful

It dawned on me today that my grandparents got married when they were just 16 or 17 years old. I can't even imagine myself being in the position they were in, especially since by now I'd have a few kids and property in need of care. My grandparents claimed that they were both deeply in love with each other at the time of their official union. Although I'm a bit of a skeptic about young people professing to be "in love" when they have little sense about the world around --and beyond-- them, I believe the story of my grandparents.
They were together for 60+ years (until my grandfather passed away) and there was so much display of affection between them at all times. Even when they had disagreements (they rarely fought), it was obvious that below the level of their tension was a drive to only make their relationship stronger. As a child, I had no way of labeling what this underlying tenderness was caused by. Even now I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully comprehend their unusual relationship --unusual in that it was so full of undying commitment to maintain their fidelity, not just physically but emotionally as well.
Even though they are no longer a pair in the physical world, I am still in awe of the magical relationship that no words could do justice to describe the indefinite feelings they shared. Anyone who knows my grandmother, also know that she has a tendency to focus herself as the center of everyone's attention. She is quite selfish at times, but my grandfather loved her regardless of her difficult nature. Sometimes I wondered why he was so engrossed by her, but then again, it must have been one of those things his words could not truly explain anyway. I do love my grandmother dearly though; She's just a bit much at times. Nonetheless, she is a precious being whom I owe a chunk of my existence to. I can only hope that my future husband (if I ever have one... or two. JK) will remind me of my grandfather and his ability to be so faithful. I know it's a lot to ask for someone just like him, but if my husband has any good quality that even remotely reminds me of my grandpa, I'd be a lucky girl.
I really miss my harahbuhjee a lot. His hugs were generously warm, but I miss touching his scratchy face (after a few days would pass since he shaved) even more. I know it sounds odd, but that scratchy feeling is one of the best sensations in the world to me because it reminds me of him.