8- So...WHAT IS LOVE? I.....

(MY VERY FIRST ORIGINAL "SO...WHAT IS LOVE?" ESSAYS! There have been eight (8) so far....#8/#15/#21/#39/#111/#115/#274/#335...and more to come)
This Sociology educator, and grandson, received a phone call late one Saturday evening. My grandmother was calling, sobbing. I had never seen or ever heard of her crying before. And drove out in the country, on Buttermilk Spring Road, up the hill to the homeplace my grandfather had built over sixty years ago for his bride. She was moving back and forth in her fave rocking chair, as I walked into her living room. The one rocking chair next to her was empty.
After struggling to maintain her composure, Willie confessed that Carl was ill, in the hospital for the first time in their married life. And eventually added that it was the first time, also, that they had ever been apart in those sixty years.
Sobbing even more, she revealed that Carl had never missed telling her that he loved her at the end of every day...no matter what.
Her grandson made a call to the hospital, late, and then handed the receiver over to his grandmother,
as she continued to rock in her rocking chair next to where her sweetheart, for over sixty years, always rocked, side by side. A smile slowly spread across her teared and aged face.
That's what, I believe, love is...(#1).