Many years after our marriage, both my father and my father in law realized that they had spent many years of their childhood living a only few houses away from each others families, and that there is a great possibility that our grandparents knew each other very well.
My father in law’s family subsequently moved away and lost all contact with my father’s, and eventually forgotten about them.
With the deaths of both our(wife and mine) grandparents, there was no one left to re-remember the old ties and friendships that bound the two families, only to be rekindled with a chance memory six years after our marriage.
Its funny because one of the reasons I married my wife was she was a completely new person in my life, and that I had to be the one to find her myself.
I had wanted to marry as far as possible from all the people I knew-and my wife’s only connection to me was that her cousin and I went to school until 4th grade.
Six years is a wonderfully long time-long enough for me to disregard the fact that was not successful in finding the wife I thought I wanted, a wife from a place far away, where I had no ties before, and everything was new.
I gladly welcome these happy coincidences because instead of getting the wife I wanted I got the wife I needed.
P.s.Happy Coincidences sometimes make me almost believe in destiny.