Tears for the past, hope for the future

I have been in tears at points today listening and reading the commemorations of the 70th anniversary of D-Day today.  My grandpa landed in Normandy and fought his way to find the woman he was going to marry at a victory ball in a church in her hometown. My grandma went through her adolescence living under the occupation and while she could never have told me everything, I feel an enormous profundity when I think of her strength and resilience and sweetness as she built a new life in the U.S.  There's so much to say but all I can do is look at this picture taken before their wedding in Normandy several years after D-Day.