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If you ask me to name the two people I’ve known who have loved each other with the deepest, truest love, it would be my paternal grandparents. Dude and Vearl Foshe were very much in love with each other until they took their last breaths, only a few months apart. They held hands, kissed, and stayed by each other’s sides, through thick and through thin.

They experienced some thin times, too. Born in 1910 and 1913, they lived through WWI, The Great Depression, and WWII. Unable to have children, and in a plot-twist destined for another book, Dude and Vearl adopted their son, Dennis (my daddy). They raised their small family frugally but with more love than their tiny home could hold.

Well into their 90’s, my grandfather was convinced that when cars slowed down in front of his house, it was because they wanted to catch a peek at his beautiful wife. (Nevermind that they lived at the bottom of a hill near a stop sign.) I always knew that I wanted that kind of love someday and I’m blessed to say that I’ve found it in my husband, Bob.

I wish I could go back in time and tell my grandparents how thankful I am for the legacy of love. They passed away when I was raising my babies and I didn’t take the time to appreciate what I had in them. There are dozens of questions I wish I could ask and stories I wish they could tell me. I won’t hear them on this side of Heaven, but they’ve given my imagination plenty to work with.

It is out of that imagination and their beautiful love story that In the Shadows of Sacrifice was written. The bare bones of the story is theirs as is the immsense love they had for one another. I hope you enjoy reading this short story as it is the story of my heart. You can read ir for FREE by clicking here: IN THE SHADOWS OF SACRIFICE