If you've never had the privilege of knowing my Grandfather, you'll never be able to appreciate the irony in his infatuation with the girl that was the love of his life.
Earlier, I described my Pop-Pop as a "hopeless romantic". For most of my childhood, and even as a young man, that statement would have even made me chuckle. The rough-and-tough persona he maintained was more than adequate cover to my young mind to conceal the fact that the man was simply head over heels in love with his "Bet". Don't get me wrong, it's certainly not as if they didn't display their love, but it would be many years before I began to appreciate just how deep my Grandparents' love ran. Tragically, I either wasn't observant or mature enough to recognize it until Elizabeth - my beloved Grandmom - was stricken with Alzheimer's Disease. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but until I saw the unmistakable, heartbreaking torment that Pop-Pop endured as the soul mate he shared his life with faded away, I never fully appreciated just how much she meant to him. Albert Zell Williams outlived the love of life by four years, but to this day, I am convinced his death began the day she became ill. That's all I can muster up to share about "the end", so allow me to talk about where it began…
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