The most touching love story
It's a story where the prison words in your throat and all you can do is shed in tears. I can't write about it calmly because tears literally drip on my keyboard. But I want to share it with you, maybe you'll find some comfort and consolation in it.
My grandparents loved each other over life. Grandpa's grandmother always expressed herself so warmly that it was nice for people to listen. Everything was perfect until we found out from Grandma on her deathbed that she wasn't talking about Grandpa... or at least not the one that everyone knew. The grandfather who raised my mother and part of me wasn't really her father - or my grandfather.
My grandmother kept it a secret, she sacrificed herself to keep the family whole - and the grandfather I knew gladly agreed to it.
The point is, Grandma loved one man. Stefan. Stefan was a professional soldier, went on a mission and promised to come back - he loved his grandmother over her life, with reciprocity. They were the whole world to each other. My mother was on her way when he left last time, although my grandmother didn't know about it yet. Stefan promised to come back.
He didn't come back.
Mom was born and Grandma cried every day. She remembers that everything she ate was salty, because her tears were dripping all the time, that her beloved either died in the war or left her. She had no news from him. She couldn't find out what happened.
She met Janusz - that is my grandfather, whom I had known all my life and who was not. She married him because she had to - in those days a maid with a child would almost certainly not have survived, but she did not love him as much as her dream Stefan. Janusz agreed to pretend to be my mother's father, for the sake of the family.
Only Stefan is back. He came back after a few years, but grandma couldn't break up the family she had built with Janusz anymore - she didn't want to shock my mother either, she gave up her own happiness and broke contact... with Stefan. The real grandfather died of grief shortly afterwards, and the secret would have been taken to the grave if it hadn't been for the fact that before the very death grandma decided to reveal it. Everyone is in great shock and I find it hard to write about it. Grandma, you were a strong woman - you did what you thought was best for the family and my mother. If you can hear me, know that no one blames you for that.