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Eternal Love

 

I was blessed to have had parents who adored each other. ‘Eternal sweethearts’ is the way I perceive them 5 1/2 years after my father’s passing in April of 2008 and  3 years last week since my mother joined him. They were nearly always touching, smooching, laughing, calling each other goofy nicknames, dancing in the kitchen. My father wrote daily love notes and their special occasion (birthday and anniversary) cards stayed up long after the day passed. When my mother died and I cleaned out the condo to sell it, I found a few sweet notes. I desire (and perhaps you do too) a love like that.

That’s why when a friend sent me the link to this beautiful video, that was on Karmatube, she said it reminded her of my parents. Although she had never met them, she felt she knew them from the stories I shared. A lovely tribute to them, indeed. I could see my father doing what the gentleman in the story you are about to read, did. Of course, I cried throughout.

The video highlights the love that Fred and Lorraine Stobaugh experienced for more than 72 years and now after her passing, he wrote a song that he submitted to a contest. Neither a professional songwriter, nor a singer (he told the organizers of the contest, that his voice would scare people), he is, instead, a man deeply in love with his wife. He waxes poetic about the life they shared and speaks his heart in the song that he calls Oh Sweet Lorraine. When Jacob Colgan; a music producer from Green Shoe Studio, read the lyrics and heard 96 year old Fred’s story, his heart melted and he knew he needed to put music to the tribute and produce it so that the world could hear it. The song debuted at 42 on Billboard Magazine’s Hot 100. Not too shabby.

The time line photos take you on the journey with Lorraine and Fred and offer hope for the future of relationship.

To Fred- thank you for sharing your love with the world. May you be eternally blessed.

To Jacob- what a ‘mensch’ you are for bringing Fred’s words to the world.

http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=4398

www.greenshoestudio.com

 



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